"Why didn't you want to see him?"
The fingers grasping the curtains flinched. With her hair down, Pola closed the curtains and slowly turned her head to face the man standing behind her. Jagra stood with an expressionless face as if he was no longer surprised of the woman's strangeness. Yes, they have been acquainted for so long that he knew her more than she knew herself.
"I cannot face him," Pola confessed as she pressed a hand to her heart. "I don't know what to say to him."
"He asked for you..." Jagra said, and as he expected, surprise and sorrow filled her face. "I told him you were still sleeping. You heard us by the door. I know it. Do you not believe the things he has experienced?"
"It's hard to believe..." Pola turned to the windows. Her hand was slightly opening the curtains. He wanted to see her master. Wanted to embrace him as his friends have, but she didn't have the courage. She thought she'd change, but it turns out nothing about her has.
