Chapter 47: The truth untold

"Ayana? Is that you?" The deep melodious voice ringed Ayana's ears as she found herself standing in his enormous shadow. The only source of brightness on which they could rely upon was a hazy light coming from outside through the glass door.

Hearing his voice after a whole month were like a herbal medication to her heart which could easily resolve those tight knots hurting her. It may be dark, but she could see his shining ocean blue eyes and untrimmed honey brown hair fluttering like golden threads in the air. His pale skin with a small mole underneath his thin curvy pink lips, his same habit of wearing the jacket on only one arm, his way of standing, his way of looking, everything just felt so majestically nostalgic to her.