Before the chaos broke in the port. Inside Althea's walls. In a room of a specific someone, looking at the reflection of his face being shown in the mirror. He hung his towel on his shoulder and stared blankly at his eyes that seemed lifeless.
"How many days does she needs to be out?"
He stared at his reflection while waiting for someone to answer despite the truth that he is alone in his room in the middle of the dawn. He sighed after a few moments and turned his back against the mirror and made his way to his bed.
He slumped down and covered his head with a pillow.
'Why do I keep on thinking about her?'
The sight that he saw from the last time she saw Violet came back. The blowing wind and her fluttering hair. The face that was hidden didn't hinder him from feeling his heart beat faster just like how a horse run.
