Draven wasn't too sad when he watched Avelina leave, so why now? Was it that he hadn't realized just how lonely he'd be after she left?
The sound of her laughter was no more. Her voice, still clear in his mind, was no longer reality. Her scent was finally faint, the only one he could still smell was simply the one lingering on him.
Everywhere felt so silent—so quiet like never before. It was never this empty, even when his wife and son died, so why? What is it about Avelina that is so different from how it's been with every other person?
He didn't even spend half of the time he'd spent with his late wife with Avelina, yet he felt her absence the most—so much so that it was almost too hurtful for him.
He didn't want to let go, he really didn't. But did he have a choice?
