Evelyn’s POV

　　It was a breezy Sunday morning; a hot chocolate on our coffee table, birds chirping around our ears, and a lovely deep conversation. It was just you and me, eyeing a scenic view. Feeling the wind through our window with a curtain sewed by your tired hands; without hesitation of giving me succor and to others as well.

　　For a few minutes, we had maintained a profound silence. A sense of disquiet in your face is all I can see. But you gave me a look, ...