It was late at night, and everything was quiet.
There was a wind, and a sound of leaves falling on the window, making a slight "snap" sound.
After taking a shower, Joseph went back to his bedroom.
The bedroom lights were dark. It was pale goose yellow, covering a layer of glowing warmth.
Irish lay on the bed early to rest. She turned her back in his direction, closed her eyes, and her hair was scattered on the pillow. After washing, she looked a little pale, close to the white sheet, and only her black hair was clear.
Joseph paused and looked at the scene in front of him. Somehow, his heart poured out of strange warmth, and it quickly penetrated into his veins. For the first time, he felt that beauty was by his side, and even though she had once turned away, she had never left him after all.
He made his steps light. Irish's eyelashes shook gently when the bed swayed slightly but soon disappeared like ripples and regained peace.
