With bruised face and tarnished dignity, Sylvia finally moved from where she sat the rest of the night and through the early hours of the morning. This time she didn't bother to check her reflection in the mirror because she knew what she would see.
And she didn't care about it anymore.
Favian was gone after he satiated his enormity for the day. Sylvia didn't try to stop him, nor she breathed a sigh of relief. Because last night made it clear that this was going to be her life from now onwards.
Favian was so convinced that in some twisted way, Sylvia was responsible for Gianna's death that he didn't see the truth and logic.
Last night had changed everything, Sylvia's perceptions, her opinions, her beliefs, her patience, her hopes, every single thing!
Her raven sat in the window with sadness. It was the only other soul who knew what Sylvia had gone through last night. Unfortunately, the bird couldn't do anything but watch mutely.
