Their conversation cut off, even before they got halfway through it, the moment Strav broke the news to them.
From there, the disruption continued and it got worse than he ever thought of then.
Out of all things, it turned out to be the curse that she dreaded for so long.
Even all the way here, who knew it would've been possible, it now attacked her regardless.
'The curse… But... '
Up close, he couldn't help but glance at her amber eyes and the strands of her crimson hair, like his— lustrous and rich.
Right now, Nathalie's hands that clutched to her chest now tugged the turtleneck like she couldn't breathe what she wore. Her eyes become droopy, with her amber hues blurred to a dreamy stare.
He had yet to do anything but it was as though he got wrapped between the whims of her fingertips, slowly falling to her trap.
Albeit he knew, he couldn't fight it as much as he wanted.
