Someone knocked on the door early this morning.
Maybe it's not morning, maybe it's afternoon.
Heavy drapes covered the window.
It's Sebastian.
When I saw him, I closed my eyes.
My heart had died.
No hatred, no love, no sorrow, no guilt. Nothing.
"Liana," he called.
He must have noticed my abnormality. I did not shout. I did not hit him. I had no response.
He didn't know yet my heart had withered. All because of him. And my own stupidity.
He sat on the edge of my bed. Placed his hands on my shoulder and gently shook me. He thought I was sleeping. No, I was not.
"Liana."
I ignored him.
My lack of response and cold limbs must have scared him. He became frantic and started to raise his voice. I scared Sebastian. What an interesting sight.
"Liana!"
I ignored him.
His hand shook when he placed his finger on my neck. I heard him sighed in relief.
