Backstaber

Gemma saw through the glass wall, to the Elenio’s sky which was slowly turning a purple color. The people of this country will spend yet another night in the silence and eerie feeling that has become a part of their lives.

“Is this the meeting place?” asked Servant, who was standing beside Gemma and watching the sun go down.

Gemma shook her head. “No. The King’s Door is in the basement of this building.”

“Then what are we doing here?”

Gemma looked back at the other side of the room. There, she had spent some time with Nero.

Remembering Nero made her heart jolted a little. Her heart felt tight. Unconsciously, she hugged herself tightly. She was wrapped in Nero’s black jacket. Nero’s scent had disappeared, but the memory of it still lingered in Gemma’s mind.

Is it normal for her to be like this? Gemma doesn’t think so.

“Just waiting for the night to come. Maya