The next morning, Honeyharbor City, the main city of witches…
A red-haired woman was sitting in front of a mirror, mindlessly brushing her long hair, her eyes swollen as she stared at her pale image without really seeing it. There were no streaks on her cheeks, but it was apparent that she had been shedding tears for hours prior.
Her heart was empty, yearning for the one she had just lost. Though she knew they were never meant for each other, she was satisfied by his mere existence, catching a glimpse of him from time to time… and now, even that was no longer possible.
She had to prepare herself to go to him, to see him one last time.
Ever since the day of mourning, Cornelia Grimm had locked herself in her room. She had no courage to go to Morpheus' wake, as unlike others, she could not face reality.
But now, she had to. It was time to bid farewell to the man she could only silently admire in her heart..
