DEMION'S POINT OF VIEW
I shook my head, stopping my trail of thought, and looked straight ahead. I walked down to the hallway and walked into her room. I laid her gently on the bed and covered her with the bed's duvet.
I stood up from the bed, my mind consumed with conflicting emotions and thoughts. Without sparing a glance back at her, I made my way towards the door.
As I closed it behind me, heavy silence enveloped the room, punctuated only by the sound of the latch clicking into place, leaving the remnants of our encounter. I found solace in the familiar sanctuary of my study.
The study exuded an air of quiet elegance; it's adorned with bookshelves housing a vast collection of ancient homes and modern literature.
Soft light emanated from the dusk lamp, casting a warm glow upon the mahogany furniture and leather armchair.
