He has just slept for only a few minutes, but the ringing of his phone immediately interrupted. He snapped back to consciousness as he reached for it across the bed, above the bed side table, unwanted to wake Augustus up from dreaming if he kept it buzzing and vibrating beside their quilt.
Afaela...
Checking on the time on the top left corner of his device, it was only then he realized that the night was already finished and he stayed up until early in the morning. Dawn. The usual time Afaela would always call him before to talk about stuffs, random and vague, sometimes too deep and unfathomable even to the girl who would initiate the conversation.
[ “Hello, Rion? Did I wake you up?”
“Not really,” he replied lowly. He looked at Augustus and made sure the latter was still sleeping sound
