The days without Luan passed slowly. Arianell was unmotivated to work, and the garden slowly turned into an unkempt jungle. Pumpkin vines outgrew the vegetable's bed and make it all the way to the Forest.
The deep and intense emotion tugged at her heartstrings, leaving Arianell yearning for someone out of reach. She was feeling a complex mix of desire, nostalgia, and a sense of incompleteness. Every night when she went to bed, she experienced an ache, a gnawing sensation that resides within the core of her being, as if a piece of her soul was missing.
The only one, who kept on living her life without any worry, was Thunder who seemed to be even more happy than before. Finally, the persistent male is gone, and the little fox can enjoy her master's attention to the fullest. A world without him was much better.
