Lemon Scented

"It's not."

Penelope leaned into the raven's flock. Her eyes warmed at him.

"I think your feelings are important; it's just that..."

'I'm upset,' Penelope continued in her heart.

Realizing that she was never a part of his past and might never be a part of his future hurt her.

This man was an immortal Archmage.

He chose to be alone, spending his eternal life in solitude.

She should've at least been a good friend to him, but she failed today.

She should've known, looking at his betrayed eyes and exploding anger. This man, who was always gentle and pleasant, was suddenly turning into a madman.

Because, unlike being a friend to the other, she couldn't do the same for him properly.

Penelope's brown eyes reflected the light of the sun, and her average dirty blonde hair was casting a shadow on his face. As Heinrich peeked from the back of his hand that was covering his eyes, he remembered something.

That night when she was drunk...

Heinrich's cheek warmed a little.