63. DEJA VU

~Before I let go of you, I didn’t know

That the world I am in

Was this lonely

Pretty flowers bloomed and withered here

The season of you will never come again~

(Ailee) I Will Come To You LIke The First Snow

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Stefanos:

It’s already been two weeks since father’s funeral and days couldn’t have been more different. There was me myself who is always moping around the house, with my long red robes trailing behind me with no means of taking a break.

My mind was a blank canvas and even the flowers back in the garden could give a brief explanation on why they are all dead and none of them are getting watered. I’ve seen Wraya doing it every once in a while but it isn’t working like how a wolf who is professional at gardening can do it.

Wraya, dear old Wraya. He has been trying his outmost best at getting me out of my trail of non-stop thinking and the constant moping around but all he gets in return is a swift movement of my h