It was late at night. Everyone is already sleeping. Ellio, who was physically and mentally exhausted, had cried himself to sleep too. Until the very last second before his eyes finally gave up, all he thought about was Xorran and the conversation they had.
Xorran did not know if it was because he had slept for days, or the guilt he felt for acting like an àsshole to Ellio earlier, but he was unable to drift himself to sleep. His mind has been too preoccupied.
He was standing underneath a tree, leaning his back against the rough and thick bark. From where he was, he could look over the endless ocean of silver. The moon was full and bright. Its reflection on the water made the ocean more breathtaking but Xorran was not in the mood to appreciate it.
Earlier, Xorran thought that Salem ha
