Aurora
I felt really lively and alive as I awoke this morning. I was still in the pajamas and the single-strand top that came with the pants, the same blue color blend that matched those of Damian from before.
It seemed that was one of the colors he loved the most. Speaking of which, after he changed and left yesterday, I hadn’t seen him anywhere around again. I had eventually drifted off to sleep and was later woken up by the same maids from earlier who had brought in supper. I hadn’t even realized how hungry I was until I found myself digging into the food without pause, and afterward, I slipped right back into sleep again.
And yet, often, I felt like he was still in the room… lingering somewhere near the door, watching me silently. It made me unbearably self-conscious, even of someth
