"Emilia and others seem to be planning something. Inform the others to be cautious at all times," She commanded.
"Steph...," She was gone before he had the chance to say a word.
"I wished things would go back to how they were in the past. That way Steph will return to us," Gael mumbled. He didn't know what he wished for was impossible.
No matter what they do nothing will go back to how they were from the beginning.
Soon he returned home. He made sure the others were not alarmed.
In the morning, Vincent was woken up by the clanking of plates and spoons in his bedroom.
His eyes fluttered open. He blinked twice and propelled his body up.
"Why is it so noisy here?" His husky voice made Frederick pause. He spun and peered at the guy staring back at him.
"I brought your breakfast," He said and pointed at the tray laid at the centre table. "Come and eat now that the food is warm," He instructed and strolled to the bed.
