DEL MORINO
My room's thick curtains let in the morning sun but it didn't provide any warmth—rather it served as a stark reminder of the emptiness that engulfed me.
I was even very restless and something like guilty gnawed at my heart
I sat at my desk, staring at the unfinished breakfast tray. Like an iron vice, the weight of my memories pressed down on me, my hands also pressed down against my temples.
There was a gentle tap on the door and I looked up.
"Come in." I said in a raspy voice.
The door squeaked open and before I could say anything else , I perceived her scent and wondered why I was having her scent drift .
I sighed and looked away.
Layla took deliberate steps and bowed her head trying to avoid my gaze.
I guess, she was still angry with me.
"Your new sheets." she
