บท 144: The Moon Makes No Mistakes - Part【1】

"Where are you, Drahá? Please. Just a word, please." My male's delicate fingertips that brush over my cheekbone and his distressed pleading voice which beckons me with that unfathomable pain have my eyes snap open and my flesh lunge forward with a need to seize him before he leaves. To get a little a bit of his warmth before my being is once more encompassed by unmeltable ice.

My limb is stretched forward in an attempt to grip his arm my chest heaving my blues frantically scanning the room as I pursue his heat with profound desperation. "Phobos." A faint whimper flees my lips that wobble unable to keep still as I place my palms over my eyes striving to contain my tears and my cries. I envelop my arms around myself and plunge back onto the bed to curl up into a tiny ball and weep.