'I don't know how to comfort her.' Zephyir stood in front of Seraphyne's door. 'I don't know how to make her stay...'
The night was cold and silent, the air heavy with melancholy. Zephyir stood motionless outside Seraphyne's door, his heart heavy with longing and regret. The moon cast a pale glow upon his face, highlighting the pain etched in his features. It felt as if time had frozen, trapping him in a moment of despair.
'My heart hurt when I watched her back as she ran away from me. I couldn't describe the pain. It feels as if half of me is torn away, and I couldn't get it back no matter what.'
Zephyir's mind became a battleground of emotions as the hours ticked by. He replayed the scene over and over again in his head, each time feeling the sting of remorse intensify. The memory of Seraphyne's emotionless face haunted him, her eyes filled with anger, hurt, and betrayal. He couldn't shake off the guilt that gnawed at his soul.