*Smut scene*
The sound of soothing harp filled the entire space of the white walled room. The only item in the room was bed, big enough for one person. The person whose bed, whose room, belonged to was currently laying on his back. Arm thrown over his eyes as his breathing came rushed. His other arm was hanging off the bed, as his hand gripped the gifted blade. His body was trembling, and his teeth were gritted as if to not let the noise he held inside escape. His blonde hair was a mess and his shirt had rolled up, from his earlier tossing and turning.
Adam had been in his room since the event; he did not know how long it had been or how many days had passed. He lost her. It was his fault. He should've told her! He should've told her! Now she thought he betrayed her! Now she… hated him.
'Eve…' he called out mentally, 'Don't hate me.'
