The morning air felt softer, carrying the scent of damp earth and new beginnings — a cruel contrast to the heaviness that still lingered in Elijah's chest.
The only respite came from Alexei's vibrant presence. It was as bright and unpredictable as the new season itself.
After all, spring tended to bring a fresh air of vitality with it.
It was perfectly evident in the blooming flowers. The tiny sprouts Elijah and Alexei had planted had bloomed as well.
Much to his surprise, their petals were a tender red, demanding attention at first glance. Beside them was a cluster of white clematis, surrounding the patch of red in a loose embrace.
As Elijah watched through the open window, the sight somehow brought him solace.
For a brief, precious moment, the world outside seemed untouched by the demons running rampant in the shadows of night.
