At night, after announcing his departure, everyone was saddened but understanding it was a necessary step for their progress, they accepted it heavily.
Yet unable to bear the crushing sensation of witnessing him leave, failing to confront him, Elvirita was at the rooftop of May's house.
Staring at the moon, displeasure etched on her features along with vexation. Her hands were cold and following her trails, Zephyr came after her.
"Are you done hiding from me?" His cold resonance came.
Her heart began to pound madly against her chest when his steps halted beside her, creating a dead silence.
A harsh wind blew, flowing their hair along the melancholic rhythm.
Making a powerless fist, his hands rested in his pocket, hopelessly seeking words for her consolation.
Clutching her dress from the front, the lack of words began to prick Elvirita immensely, glancing at the strong man from time to time.