Rama's eyes squinted in confusion as she peered her gaze at the fresh red roses that was momentarily dead with crimson dripping from the petals.
She looked around the room with a scrutinizing gaze, even though she was alone, she felt an unnerving sense of sinister eyes on her and an ominous presence looming heavily in the room.
It felt like Draco, his dark presence resided in the room, his sinister aura cloaking it made her feel suffocated to the point she felt nauseous.
Her lips felt dry which she licked in trepidation. Even though the fireplace emitted warmth in the room, her body felt cold as a surge of chilling sensation ran down her spine.
She hesitated as she approached the vase of roses seated on the table. She flicked her fingers across the fresh petals with a deep shade of red. They felt real, so the dead shriveled roses were either an illusion elicited by the dark energy she felt or an hallucination provoked by her uneasy mind.