NARRATOR'S POV
Inside the room the darkroom, there is nothing but silence. But despite this, the place was warm and comforting. In the middle of the linen-covered bed are two people holding each other as they lay down. Both of their eyes sparkling in the dark, despite being red and puffy. From all of the crying no doubt.
Alexander rested his head in the crooked of Rachelle's neck- while his arms are wrapped around her waist. His nose tickling her a little whenever he moves. His breath hitting her skin, the warmth it brings- sending shivered down to her very core.
On the other hand, Rachelle has her arms wrapped around Alexander's neck. Her nose was buried in his hair. The scent of mint and soap mixing together, creating a fresh scent. Surprisingly, she couldn't trace the scent of tea in him at this moment.
The thought of expecting the tea, make her smile- he seem to love it so much. That she's starting to expect it from him all the time.
