47. A Late Night

"Haa.."

This is his third sigh and it echoed throughout the room. It spreads out and disappears among the sound of the rain into the night.

Elian has been sighing all throughout the day and he looks in despair, his hands intertwined in front of him and his elbows resting on his knees as he sits on the large sprawling sofa of the living room. His shirt falls loose on his shoulder and I can see a peek of his chest. Nipples, if I lifted my butt slightly but I was not that thirsty.

...yet.