The door of one of the rooms in 'the great manor' that was closed for many years opened and a smell of ancient, old, untouched wafted in the gust of fresh air that ran inside the room from outside.
The place looked clean, but one could easily tell that it was only sweeping and dusting, but not really cleaning was done there.
Ruth's curious eyes swept over the place, trying to take in every detail. She put her first step inside the room, and the hair on her body stood up with a peculiar current that surged inside her. Perhaps it was because of the knowledge of who that room belonged to.
Ruth's hand naturally moved to find Edwin's, only to grab thin air. Confused, she turned to see him freezing at the doorstep. His eyes clouded with a surge of emotions and his face was as passive as ever.
Ruth understood why though.
She took a step back and intertwined her fingers through his. Edwin blinked once before looking down at her. She gave him a small encouraging smile.
