Aesop Sharp

The fire crackles softly as he hunches over in his chair, one hand gripping the armrest. His leg throbs in pain, but it's nothing compared to the twisting in his chest.

She couldn't believe it, she smiled when she saw Sallow's love letter. Of course she could. Her eyes were glassy, ​​burning, but she didn't wipe away her tears.

When the door creaks open, she quickly wipes away her tears. She barely turns her head in recognition. Her voice is low and hoarse with pain.

"What are you doing here at this hour? You shouldn't be here. Don't you have better places to be? It's late, and I'm not in the mood for company tonight."