Aurelia changed her clothes and came out, finding Alphonse sitting on the bed, eyes affixed on the ground with a devoid gaze.
Lights were turned off, sunlight as the only source of radiance in the room, dispersing gloom in their air.
Her eyes narrowed in vexation, lips parting to speak something but they returned from her vocal cords. With woe knitting to her chest, she came closer.
He showed no reaction, heart submerged in the pondering, his chest unable to grasp but it surely hurt him immensely.
"Alphonse…" She called him, after the previous confrontation, both of them lost their voice. It was so whisper-like, so low.
"Hmm?" He hummed, not lifting his eyes from the ground.
She sat on the other edge of the bed, fidgeting her fingers around her dress.
"Are you truly going to… consum
