In the morning, Ethan wakes up early, hugging his girl in his arms. He is quietly watching Gaea's sleeping face, white skin, delicate features, and long hair sprawling out on the pillow. Gaea in sleeping is so captivating and peaceful.
It is raining and the dim room is filled with a faint scent. The air becomes quiet. Ethan listens to the pitter-patter of rain on the roof of the house. The white cotton curtain is blown by the wind, and rain pours into the room along the crack of the window carrying fresh air with moisture. It has been a long time since Ethan enjoyed the tranquility of the moment that would be given a modicum of comfort.
Ethan carefully removes Gaea's head from his shoulder. Ethan quietly gets up to close the window to block out the noise and wind, lest Gaea will catch a
