When Zephyr was wondering on whose shoulder he should confess his grief to, who would hold him and tell him 'it's okay'.
And finding no one in response, he found his heart being immersed in the depth of sorrow.
But, to prove that point of view wrong, his door knocked.
Forcing his body to move, he opened the door slowly only to greet his exhausted eyes with the one his heart sought.
Leaning against the wall, her eyes lowered gracefully as she curled her lips upward gently.
"Elvirita?"
"Hey," Pushing the door open, she entered.
His throat dried, words abruptly vanishing from his tongue as he allowed her to enter and closed the door behind him.
"How are you doing? You have been in a rush after you woke up… You checked up on everyone, except me,"
She continued smiling sorrowfully, gesturing to him to sit on the bed beside her which he followed.
"I…"
