February 6, 2021: Águas passadas, não movem moinhos

Their walk back to the apartment was done in complete silence, contrary to the raging tension inside their bodies. They chose to embrace the short, but felt considerably long, time they needed to traverse the empty street under the cold, starless sky. 

The both of them knew that they had all the time in the world to linger in each other's arms.

The assurance that they had a connection, regardless of the means, was like poison coursing through their veins. Once that very poison managed to make its return to their hearts, nothing but floods of grief would fill their days. The only way for them to live a peaceful life together was to get rid of the bane of their existences -- A lustful attachment.

In less than no time, they arrived at the spot right in front of the door to Syn's room. Without a second of delay, the lady reached for the handle. But just as about she was able to do so, Konrad forcefully turned her body around and pinned her back on the wooden door.