Sam didn't get home until late into the night.
It felt like a long journey had finally ended as he returned to his small room. Though it lacked special decorations or any hint of luxury, it offered an exceptional sense of security.
Can people only live in familiar places? Of course not, some prefer a bit of excitement.
But Sam preferred places that gave him a sense of security.
It was like a place that allowed you to start over, no matter what you had done.
Tomorrow was the weekend, and Sam had no particular plans. He just lay in bed, listening to the wind outside.
He sighed, staring at the ceiling above.
Then he quietly waited, not for someone to arrive at this hour, but for sleepiness to take over.
He thought about the many scenes he had witnessed tonight, with Angel and Sophie's figures constantly intertwining before his eyes.
Two different styles, standing under different lights.
Angel was like a dazzling pearl.
