Cassian returned to his bed, his body as weary as if he had just emerged from a war.
All that remained of the tension from moments ago was the freezing silence in the room.
He wrapped himself tightly in his duvet as if donning a suit of armor and buried his head into the cold surface of the pillow.
He tried to ignore Cecilia, who stood as motionless and silent as a statue at the other end of the bed.
However, the aura in the room was so dense that even with his eyes closed, he knew she was there, he knew those azure eyes were wandering over the back of his neck.
In that hazy zone between sleep and wakefulness, his voice began to come out deeper and more drowsy than usual. Cecilia's request to "know him" had forced the rusty locks of the closed boxes in his mind.
"It all started when I was born into this world as a cursed child..."
Cassian recounted everything he had lived through from the day he was born until now, piece by piece.
