Amelia arranged her jacket as she climbed up the rooftop. She searched for Cullen all over the house and when she could not find him, she decided to climb up the rooftop and just as she had expected, he was seated at the same position as last time.
Amelia slowly walked toward him. Her feet halted when she stood beside him and saw him staring at a photo in his hand with all concentration.
He was so lost in the picture that he did not even notice her presence. He sighed softly and poured himself a glass of wine and gulped it down.
Amelia looked at the bottle of wine beside him. Her lips thinned when she saw an empty bottle beside him and another half-empty one close to him.
The picture he held was the picture of a woman. She had brown eyes and delicate facial features. Her eyes held sweet light in them. She looked seventeen and so full of life.
