It's the same again.
The perfectly arranged sheets appeared as if it had not been touched by a single finger, the location of the pillow that had not changed at all, these few days, it seemed like Raphael hadn't returned, no, refused to return to their shared room.
Ezra peeled back the blanket that covered half of his body, his heavy and blurry eyes still fixed on Raphael's bed. Last night, he couldn't sleep, even though his eyes felt heavy. Ezra found himself occasionally turning his head towards the door. There were no signs of Raphael coming back to the room, even as the clock struck midnight.
It was weird because, on any other day, when he was busy with his father's business, Raphael would promptly return to the room before midnight. And if there were any unfinished tasks, he would take care of them in this room. So naturally, Ezra couldn't help but wonder.
Maybe his workload had increased? It would definitely be better to ask him directly.
