The moment he was gone, Zala started to miss him. Her room unexpectedly felt too big. As though she didn't fit well in there anymore. It was a strange and disconcerting feeling, how she immediately missed his hand which was ever present on her skin whether it was an intimate or casual gesture.
Zala sat before her mirror and watched Anne quietly help fix her up with a pout.
“Are you still upset?” she asked with a small smile, unable to conjure up any other expression.
Anne glanced at her and then let out a loud sigh as her shoulders deflated with resignation. She then began to pour out her complaints nonstop. And Zala paid attention, only now aware of the small banter between Anne and Kevoy and how it came to be. All she could say was that she and Kevoy were simply being animals last ni
