Dazed, Aesther slowly opened her eyes. His voice was an echo, soon buried in the weight of all her stabbing emotions. She saw his blurry face, the eyes darker than the deepest hell.
"Ezrahl…"
"I am here." His voice was a soft whisper, a little puzzled.
Aesther groaned under her breath and tried to move, only to realise she was tightly holding his hand. The haze of her dream vanished.
She was sleeping on the bed, with her blankets half thrown out of it. The sky outside the windows was deep indigo, carrying the remains of stormy black clouds and the softest drizzle of rain.
Ezrah was at the edge of the bed, watching her with those emotions she could never understand. Her fingers let go of his hand.
"You had a nightmare." He said.
A lone candle flickered in the room.
