Eduardo was exhausted.
It seemed like keeping vigil had become his most favorite thing, or rightly put, it had become the one thing he knew how to do best.
Aside from losing those he cherished, of course.
Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the window of the room. It was unbearably hot, and that was weird considering how cold it was during the night. But it had become a normal routine now, where during the night it was mostly cold and unbearably hot during the day.
It had been a long day, and yet, Regina was still unconscious. However, the color on her face had returned, and somehow, he had a faint hope that she'd make it. She had to. After all, Arman sacrificed his life for hers.
Eduardo sighed, running his right hand through h
