THIRD PERSON’S POV
ONE WEEK LATER.
Hyme walked into what used to be a beautiful bedroom, one he shared with his wife. The room had always been filled with so many colours and the floral scent of flowers always drifted in through the windows because Amethyst had grown a garden right behind their bedroom window.
But now, the room had never looked duller and the breeze had never smelt this scentless. The garden was still there, but it was like the flowers refused to give off their scents again after Amethyst disappeared…or it could just be that Hyme just never had the time to water them.
He quickly walked back outside, filled the watering can and went to the garden. He has to keep those flowers alive for when his mate returns.
As soon as he was done, he hopped into the shower, took a
