"... Alright,"
That was the only word that came out of Vhelian's mouth.
The young man was having a difficult time understanding what had happened to Ilya. he could feel it…
The animosity was evident in her eyes. She wasn't hostile at all when they met. As a matter of fact, Vhelian was more comfortable beside Ilya than with his family. After all, she was the sort of person who made him feel welcomed.
Vhelian felt as if Ilya would utter no reproach against him.
Be that as it may, the feeling he had when Ilya woke up was the complete opposite.
Suffocated, terrified even, those where the emotions dominating his being. Because they came at him all of a sudden, his mind was too late to catch up.
Now, he wanted to run away.
As he helped Ilya rise out of her bed, he tried to stop his arms from trembling by biting his bottom lip. He truly didn't know what to do at the moment. Even his mind was blank.
