“Are you ready?” Alphonse asked, entering the room and saw Aurelia applying her lipstick.
“Yeah.” She hummed, checking herself out in the mirror.
“You still don’t want to go on a plane?” Alphonse asked casually, furrowing his brows in confusion.
“We are leaving in five minutes.” She frowned, placing the lipstick back in this place before turning to him.
“Yeah but.. just asking.” He shrugged, nonchalantly.
“No, trains would be more fun.” She said, turning to him.
Her tone was mixed with forced happiness and a void. She wanted to sound contentful, but there was a storm in her heart.
A series of unwanted and painful emotions, of question, of anguish. She wanted to know but tried to at least smile in this interlude.
For a bear heartbeat, she wanted to forget all of it. Her pain, his p
