Silvion stood frozen, his back turned to leave the room, guilt heavy on his chest. But before he could fully take a step away, he heard Aeliana stir.
"Lucian…" her voice was soft, laced with a dreamy yearning. He paused, torn between leaving and turning back. Before he could decide, Aeliana suddenly sat up, her hazy eyes locking onto him.
In her drunken, half-asleep state, her vision blurred, and the figure standing before her melded into the one she longed for most. To her, it was Lucian, her fiancé, returning to comfort her.
Without thinking, Aeliana surged forward, wrapping her arms around Silvion's neck.
With dreary eyes almost weeping, she said "I knew you wouldn't leave me..," trembling in Silvion's arms. The sudden approach shocked Silvion and his breath was caught in between her lips pressed against his.
