DAMIAN
Seraphina slowly sat on the floor with Daniel's picture in her hand and I frowned a little. I had expected her to leave when I gave her the clue of his death day, just like every other person does. I didn't expect her to knock on my door after the other day and I also didn't expect myself to feel at ease just by seeing her.
“Aren't you sitting?” She asked softly and it took just one stare from her before I slowly sat down and for seconds, we simply sat together and stared at Daniel.
“Christy is hurt too,” she suddenly said and touched the frame. “Her mood’s been off and I noticed, I think this confirms it.”
“He was her best friend,” I suddenly said and she turned to me, a little surprised, I was too but I continued. “She didn't speak to me for two years after he died, after I
