Farewell (1)

When she found the strength to get up from the bed, it was already late. At least, she could shower with no hurry because Neven had gone to retrieve her things from the hotel and deliver the key to the reception.

He offered to do so to save the time of commuting from one side to the other of the city later, and Vera accepted because she couldn't move any muscles anymore. Just the thought of running around made her wish to fall into a coma.

She would have never ever asked him whether he was tired. She had learnt, that day, that he would take it personally. And then show her he wasn't tired at all.

Even though his energy had flown into her the whole time, he didn't seem to feel the effects. Either he was good at pretending, or he had an infinite source.

Whatever the case, Vera's aura was stable like never before while Neven's was untouched by all that exchanging. If anything, he was satisfied.