There was a narrow room near the clock. A woman was laid there on a small bed. She had a happy expression on her face. The smiling look on her face told me that she was having a happy dream.
Tyrone kicked the door open and entered. When he saw Cassey sleeping there, it felt like a dream. The room was dark except for the light falling from the window on her face. Her pale face seems to be shining in the dark room.
Her hair was combed neatly and her bed was adjusted neatly. She was sleeping on it as if she would open her eyes any second. The smile on her face was refreshing but Tyrone felt his chest tightened.
Many followed him and attacked him but he locked the door behind him. Walking closer, he held Casey in his arms.
He checked a mark on her neck. Once he noticed the small butterfly on her lower neck, he took a deep breath.
He held her tightly in his arms and took out another scroll from his bag.
