Sevir couldn’t hear, couldn’t see, couldn’t feel; yet he felt the fallen tears. The itch that covered every part of his upper body numbed his ability to think beyond it. His only solace was the warmth of the fire wrapped around him, the warmth that followed up after the itch was gone.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Sevir opened his eyes and slowly and surely extinguished the fire. He had laid on the ground at some point and did not know how much time had passed. He looked up with a sigh, unwilling to open the door. There was a large black mark right above him.
He had seen Bailong’s expression as the person flew straight at him. He thought the man was going to knock, but when time passed and no one came, he recovered, relieved to be left alone.
KNOCK. KNOCK.