However, this time, Rosa wasn't frightened, instead she climbed up to the window sill to take a look outside, "With such heavy rain, Vincent probably won't come, right?"
That was a question. Rosa, uncertain herself, could only turn back to her master for a response.
Seeking acknowledgment.
Hannah gently rubbed Rosa's head, which was just starting to grow some fuzz, but it wasn't as comfortable to the touch as before, "I don't know."
Every night in the past, Vincent would come, but not every time alerting Hannah.
Often, he would just sit quietly in a corner, secretly glancing towards Hannah's room.
Sometimes he would bring a little flower, or a leaf.
These were the best gifts he could offer.
Perhaps he spent the whole day in the woods looking for what he considered the most beautiful little flower or leaf.
One at dawn.
Rosa was dosing, her noggin lightly bumped against the window again and again, until finally a rather heavy hit woke her completely.
