Felix was fast asleep when Debora left their bedroom. Still in her nightdress, her hair a mess on top of her head and nothing but hollow darkness in her eyes, Debora crossed the dark hallways in the prime house. The shadows didn't bother her, they became a part of her as she walked among them.
Her breathing echoed in the quietness of night. Not once did she stumble in the dark, her feet carried on their will. Bare feet freezing everytime she placed them on the floor.
Her nightdress rustled with every step. She reached the back of Prime house, among the garden of dead and alive flowers. She walked among the flowers, brushing past them in a daze.
Her head felt empty, but infact it was full of thoughts she didn't want to think about. Debora found a single brightest red rose and touched i
