SIEVE smiled bitterly while looking at the letter and tightly holding the bracelet in her other hand. Despair surrounds her, she never expected to feel so lonesome and miss him already.

She then glanced at the clock in the far corner of the room, contemplating if she could still contact him. The clock showed it was already eleven in the morning. “He must be on his way to his business trip,” she said to herself. Downhearted, she curled up in the bed, caressing the sheets, trying to recollect everything that happened last night. Enjoying the scent he left on the pillow, mattress and blanket mixed with her own juices. She...