Sol cleared his throat and waited silently in his spot without looking as though he was never bothered at all. But even so, his face betrayed him a little and a flicker of light passed through his deep slitted eyes—an emotion he dared not name.
Though he would never admit it, her absence gnawed at him. While her very presence makes him flustered at times.
That strange, soft-hearted woman who called him "husband" without shame while tending on him like he was someone precious to her.
Who eagerly recounted every trivial event of her day as if they were shared memories. She laughed often. Smiled easily and worry just as much.
She had never cared about him and his unborn children before whether they perish all at once but now, that woman seemed to have grow a little brain and sympathy for them. She even brought him random little snacks like offerings from a distant world to soothe his cravings.
