For Barak, it was an encounter he could not get out of his head. It had already been two nights since he came in contact with the sharp-tongued elf and even as he laid awake on his bed yet again like the last two nights, he just could not get her out of his head.
He'd tried. By the gods he had really tried to not think of her but not thinking of her was almost as impossible as not breathing. Because every breath he took in seemed to carry a hint of her shadow in it, and every breath he let out reminded him that he had let her go that night.
He knew holding on to her was not an option and yet he regretted letting her go. He did not want to, but he could not help but regret it. It was just one night, he kept telling himself. Just another of his many nights with a stranger.
