Ravina woke up to the cold gust of wind on her bare skin. She opened her eyes slowly, greeted by a faint orange light coming through the open door. Her eyelids felt heavy, and her eyes and head hurt as she tried to look outside.
It was sunrise, the sky was colored with hues of orange and gold, and the mountains stood like dark shadows against the beautifully painted canvas. There was also the dark silhouette of a man standing there, just like the first time she came here. He was watching the sunrise, standing completely still. Only his hair moved to the wind.
With a shiver, she rose from the mattress and made her way to the door, and Malachi turned around slowly. His face was mostly a shadow.
"Good morning," he greeted.
"Good morning," she smiled, stepping outside.
