Margareth POV
"Hmmmh.." With the closed eyes, I mumbled as my ears were greeted by the song sung by the birds outside the windows. It was a sign that the night had been replaced by a brand new day.
Slowly, I woke up and got up. I rubbed my messy hair and yawned for a while. With the thought of greeting Bastian in the morning, I rolled the knob and walked out from the room. Then, I confidently smiled.
However, before a greeting and few words came out from my mouth, I realized that the living room was empty. On the sofa, there were only a folded blanket along with a pillow. "Where is he?" I pondered.
Then, I swayed my feet to the kitchen, assuming that he might be eating or having a cup of coffee. Yet, I found none of his existence in the kitchen where the dining table was also located
