29; Butterflies of different kinds.

29- “Butterflies of different kinds.”.

Camilla Castello.

“Hey…” A warm hand rests on my lower back, the touch somewhere between being cold, and warm as well—the different temperature instantly alerting me of who the owner of the hand is, even without his voice registering in my mind. “…are you okay?” Cassain inquired, his voice low as he leaned down to my height.

I looked up, just as we’d reached the main suite of our side, which basically belongs to him. All four of us had somehow wordlessly agreed to make our way here after the meeting, and though on the way no words were exchanged verbally, I’m certain there must be a lot of thoughts they would want to chirp in here and there.

Cassain’s question though had me tilting my head up so my eyes would meet his, and the moment it does, I offered him a small smile. “Yeah…” The word came out from my small voice, our faces inches apart. His eyes, those dark red ones stared into mine with cinched brows, as if trying to unravel every layer of