Neither of them knew which one of them had fallen on the bed first, and which one of them second; but one thing was certain, that both of them had fallen asleep right after their heads had hit the bed, and they had closed their eyes.

Arene had finally found someone after almost an eternity of waiting, as she had almost dropped the hope of him returning to her. And still, she had been waiting for the season that was never meant for the place she was staying at, waiting for the flower which couldn't bloom in her lifetime, waiting for the certainty that was never possible in the presence...