[ There's a brief moment of silence between them with the only sound coming from the outside with the window open. The whistle of the wind comes inside and the breeze with it, blowing out several candles. The smell doesn't linger as much due to the breeze, but it's still stuffy inside the room. The vanilla candle remains lit.
Oria had a feeling. He'd have to be blind to not see it, and yet he did all those things. Guilt sinks in deeper than a rock inside the ocean trench. ]
... Is it because we're rooming together? So that we have more moments like this?
[ He's not dense, but wants to confirm some things. ]
no subject
Oria had a feeling. He'd have to be blind to not see it, and yet he did all those things. Guilt sinks in deeper than a rock inside the ocean trench. ]
... Is it because we're rooming together? So that we have more moments like this?
[ He's not dense, but wants to confirm some things. ]