Rain and Tears
Yes, he took the master bedroom, and she was the guest.
Of course, she didn't mind; this villa was his and Luna's love nest, the master bedroom reserved for its owners.
By night, the rain was pouring.
She sat on the window seat, knees hugged, watching the rain outside.
The rain blurred the world, large drops sliding down the glass, evoking loneliness and helplessness.
Being indoors should feel comforting in such weather, yet her heart was as unsettled as the raindrops on the window.
At 9 p.m., she stood outside his door.
After hesitating, she knocked softly.
"Come in."
With his permission, she opened the door and entered.
He'd changed into light loungewear, sitting by the window, conducting business in English.
Knowing he was busy, she quietly waited on the sofa.
By 10 p.m., he finished, walking over with a glass of wine.
"What is it?"