— Sometimes when I dream, I see the two of us together. Happy. But when I open my eyes, all I feel is the void left in my heart by your absence. —
He didn't realize how long he had cried, but when he came to himself, he was lying on a soft mattress. He blinked, jolting awake.
Where am I?
His eyes darted around the room, analyzing his surroundings. But before that, the faint scent of rose and citrus filled the air—Loti and Henry's pheromones—drifting through his nostrils.
When he stirred, the faintest rustle of fabric made Loti glance up from her chair. Her eyes were swollen, the same as his.
Henry sat nearby, half-asleep with his arms crossed, but even in that state, his brow furrowed when Ren moved.
"Are you alright?" Loti asked, her voice hoarse.
Ren nodded and poured water from the jar on the night table. His throat burned as the liquid grazed his pharynx, yet he forced it down.