Wavering Confidence.

The next day, when Deming woke up the other side of the bed was all cold, making him realise that the person sleeping there earlier has long left the place. But the clock was showing the morning of 5 a.m. The sun hasn't risen yet.

He firmly got out of the bed, he went to check the bathroom but it was all empty.

He went to the living hall but it was empty too, then suddenly he heard some clinking sound coming out from down the kitchen slabs.

He walked to the kitchen only to find her sitting on the floor with her knees half folded touching her chest.

There was something that made him laugh aloud. She has put on the spoons to cover her eyes in each hand. The thing that was looking most beautiful on her half visible face was her red plump lips.

He slowly walked to her and sat down on his one knee. Gently holding her hand, he parted it away from face, "What are you doing early in the morning?"