That evening Sylvia couldn't find any peace or rest as she kept tossing and turning in her bed. The images of Gianna's end didn't leave her mind.
Even after taking a long bath, she couldn't bring herself to wash away those memories. Her tears hadn't stopped even for a minute as she sat in her bed with her knees pulled close to her chest.
The banging sound of the door opening startled her. Her head snapped in that way to see Favian standing there with unreadable expressions.
For once in her life, Sylvia felt relieved to see him. He was the only person she could share her trauma with because she thought he would understand her. After all, he was the closest person to Gianna.
"Favian," She whispered before getting out of bed. She ran to him and hugged him tightly.
Her already stinging eyes reddened even more as she sobbed, holding onto Favian. Perhaps it was not only Gianna's gruesome death but also Sylvia's guilt of killing Regnar that resurfaced.
