The morning came, and with it, a gentle, soft light that filtered through the window, painting the sterile, white room in a warm, golden glow. Eirin's eyes fluttered open, a slow, gentle awakening that was a contrast to the chaotic, terrifying night before. Her body, though still heavy with exhaustion, felt rested, a peaceful stillness that had been missing for so long. She turned her head, expecting to see a dark, intense gaze meeting hers, but she was all alone in the room.
The space beside her was empty, a cold, vast emptiness that was an opposite to the warmth she had felt just hours before.
Eirin brushed the bed with her palm, her fingers a slow, tracing motion against the white sheet, and it was cold. It must have been long since Shade had left. Eirin's face, a slow, beautiful red, heated up as the embarrassing memories of last night came flooding back to her in a single, painful wave. She slammed her face into the soft, white pillow, muffling a frustrated, helpless scream.
