She lay restlessly, sleep long gone. Beside her, laid her little treasure in deep slumber. How could she sleep when her mind was overlooking anticipation and nervousness?
Arya was on a private plane going back to the place she found a home. This time, she won't be slipping in like a thief, hiding away from the world.
Things are different now. Her arrival was known to the relevant department. Of course, she had requested to keep the information from her beloved. She wanted to surprise him.
She stared out, watching the clouds in the now dark skies. Her heart soared in anticipation. However, it was also heavy with uncertainty and anxiety.
When she left him, she had a vague feeling that she wouldn't return. Albeit his insistence request, she had kept the truth to herself.
It took her a week after leaving him behind for her world to fall apart. His absence unveiled the truth she was bent on denying.
