Chapter 37:

For all Arya knew, she didn't know why she was in Devon's bedroom- technically, they were sharing the same room because this was her room too. Damn.

Still, she didn't know why she was here, she tried to pinpoint it, maybe because she wanted to smell his extraordinary fragrance or hug those pillows that smelled so nicely of his cologne.

Who cares?

Dressed in a strapped leggings and a sweater etched around her chest, she gazed around the bedroom. It was large, with the bed plastered in one side of the room.

Some few boxes, and some paintings she couldn't quite decipher.

She stared at the frames hung on the wall, her lips puckered into a deep frown, she tried to ascertain the picture, but it was older.

In the frame, a woman stood in the sand, like a beach or something, her hair flowed freely according to the wind, two little boys around the age of ten stood by her. She bent to look closely, their hair was probably the same lush but their eyes. She looked more closely.

They had the same s