The clock on the mantel chimes at 11 pm.
I slip off the white shirt which is crumpled slightly here and there but with a tired sigh, I take a look at the mirror. But I lose all mood to even catch a reflection of this person when I see the slight darkening line on my neck.
"Oh." Elian breathes as soon as he tries to come in, he takes a quick step back out of the room.
Oh, that's right. I had left the door open because there was no one around and even Maria had gone to sleep. Frank was the only one waiting in the lobby when we reached the dark dreary house and it was a stark contrast against the bright lights of the Welstone mansion.
In a strange twisted way, I felt that I needed this sort of silence and isolation.
"Come in." I say with a strain in my voice. I am surprisingly tired. "It's okay." I add in a mumble, grabbing the loose shirt I had left on the bed before.
