Coming Home

A week later-

The royal bedroom was lingering in darkness despite the sun having set long time back. The windows were open bringing in the breeze and the moonlight. Lighting the dark interiors.

Giving a view of all the furniture uprooted. Glass smashed and the bed cracked. The wardrobes were opened and all the clothes were thrown out.

It looked like a tsunami had crashed...and to be honest her loss was nothing less than a storm in his peaceful life.

Sitting on the floor with his naked back resting on the bed.He continues to look up at the ceiling. Picking up the half empty bottle to press it on his dried lips. The throat burning liquid quenching just a bit of the burn in his bleeding heart.

With both arms extended to rest on the bed. Closing his eyes, he only sees those Hazel eyes again. And he gulps again.

Trying to forget her memories.

He thought will be fine.

The demon girl was not that important.

But now that he has lost her. She has turned out to be an addiction he can't get e