Opening up to someone is not always easy. It’s either because we are afraid to open up old wounds and relive bad experiences or we don’t want to burden someone with ours.
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I changed my robe using Zen’s old one. It was weird but it felt comfortable. My purple-black hair was tied high on top of my head. And while I ate the food, he was staring at me.
We were in his super massive bedchamber. There were small and big windows to the left where the light of the moon streamed in. It was a good angle really. Meanwhile, his four-poster bed that was gigantic was in the middle with heavy and light curtains. The heavy ones were placed on the top of it while the thin ones surrounded it. The bedsheet was b
