He thought he would be able to survive the night… to survive the night without thinking of the female that the bloody prince took away from her.
No! These thoughts were supposed to be gone, he had clearly shoved her to the back of his head since she was no more… she was a lost memory.
"What the heck is going on? Who is trying to mess up with my head." Gabriel murmured to himself as he dug his face into a white pillow while he lay on the bed.
Sigh. This feeling was natural, making it look like his dead love was actually with him, holding him like she used to, kissing his lips so softly.
He was hard… hardened by the thought of his dead memories.
Realizing that he wouldn't be able to survive the night so idly, he decided to go for a tour around the castle, at least to take his mind off his past.
With that thought, he got his feet to the ground and wore a white T-shirt over his bare chest and blue leather shorts over his black boxers.
