"Where else would you like to go my rose?"
Raphael asked.
By now, Samantha had already gotten herself together and scurried away from him, like a discarded tissue only meant to be used for snorts and tears.
With her body leaned to the side, her face remained fixed at the window, watching as the tall buildings rushed past them.
Busy businesses and people who roamed the streets freely.
She recalled when she once had such liberty as well.
"Graveyard"
She voiced in a hoarsed whisper, never once batting an eye away from the road.
Her eyes looked slightly swollen but also empty, like someone who was tired of life itself.
One would think Raphael didn't hear her due to his lack of reaction but his hearing sense was as clear as day.
He didn't need to question her as he already knew why sh
