"Aerus?" Lia seemed to be stung by happiness when dreams and reality mixed. She was hysterical before going to sleep, saw Prince Aerus sitting on the edge of the bed, and smiled at her. But when she opened her eyes fully, she swallowed the disappointment because of finding only emptiness.
That morning she had time to enjoy the humid scenery because it was cloudy and drizzling. The chirping of birds made her swept away from the memories. Even the smell of dry left made her so drunk with longing.
"Why does it seem as if I have very strong memories with Aerus, and it's related to dry leaves?" Lia whispered to herself. Of course, it was not wrong because under the drizzle of dry left she married Prince Aerus, and completed the procession.
Those memories still tucked into her subconscious, hugging her every moment without her knowing it.
