Sitting on the chair next to the window, Adira leans back with his eyes closed. Amara is still in that room. He doesn't want to see her. After hearing her reasons for the things that she did, he doesn't know what to feel.
There's a dull ache in his heart. He wants something, but he doesn't know what it is. He is fully aware that it's not Amara. Even if she's in the castle, he has no urge to see her or be next to her. He doesn't even feel any pain now, especially after hearing her reasons. However, there's a deep longing. Something. Someone. A name that is foreign to him and yet so familiar.
Why did he want to see that woman in Amara?
How did he even fall for another mortal? That is ridiculous.
Why is he sitting in that woman's room? This place is filled with her scent and it is strangely comforting.
Being in love with another mortal is a catastrophe. He has no recollection of that catastrophe.
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