After Sebastian left, Alphonse went back to his room with heavy steps, powerless before his own emotions. Wondering how he could ever tell her.
The instant he entered with a lowered yet woeful gaze, Aurelia was standing strictly in the room.
Arms closed at her chest, on a frown deepening to find this state of his, “Who was he?” She asked dominantly.
“Aurelia?” He called vaguely, closing the door behind and looking back at her in nervousness.
“I know he was not your friend. Who was he? Why were you acting like this with him?” She asked strictly that he didn’t know how to tell her.
“I thought you were told to rest.” He muttered, walking to the bathroom, but she went after him.
“Don’t ignore my question.” She whined, grabbing his arm. She cannot stand his silence anymore.
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