Chapter 084
Emilia's POV
I found her sitting by the window. Her knees were drawn up to her chest, and her face was covered in long shadows from the golden light outside. The room itself seemed to be waiting; the air was heavy, too quiet, and too still.
She was sketching.
Not like a kid. She was not drawing in a playful manner. It moved slowly and methodically. Each brushstroke of the charcoal seemed to serve a distinct purpose. It wasn't until the floor creaked beneath my foot that I realized I had stopped breathing.
"What are you doing?"
No answer.
She didn't even flinch.
She muttered, "Drawing," without looking.
My palms began to perspire as I stepped forward a few paces. The way she said it had a peculiar quality. She spoke as if she were in a different place. As if the word wa
