Seraphina Redgrave still sat on the couch like before, one hand holding a fawn, and the other gently shaking a small mirror she randomly found.
Reflecting the outside light into the palm of his hand.
Seeing him turn around, Seraphina stopped her movement and deeply gazed at him, "Ethan Sterling, don't say such things anymore."
"What things?" His heartstrings were slightly touched, and he felt a bit of an itch in his palm.
"Those words about losing it and going crazy."
Seraphina spoke word by word, weak yet surprisingly resolute, "In each of our worlds, there's a darkness and evil we don't want anyone to see, but no matter how dark, it cannot stop the sun from shining through."
She won't stay defeated like this forever, nor should he keep bringing up the turmoil within himself.
If he could guide her, he should open up a bit himself.
Even though he said he didn't care, he still felt hurt deep down.
