Everything was going well so far. We were waiting for the next orb to activate, which was in a month. Precisely speaking, 29 days, 3 hours and 24 minutes from the moment onwards.
It was midnight. Sloth hasn't had his effect on me yet. My mind was more full than ever. I heard a knock on my open door, pulling me out of my plethora of thoughts.
"Can't sleep again?" Shirtless, yet again, Cyrus asked. Gena and the rest of them returned to the HQ. Seraphiel slept peacefully after a long time in his own, dewy, cloudy bed made with his own prowesses.
"Hey...how's your headache?" I asked, walking closer. He reached for my face softly. I let him touch me.
"It's fading. Are you thinking about something again?" He asked, his thumbs brushing softly over my skin like a petal would graze the surface of a pond. I leaned into his touch almost naturally.
"Hmm...I can't stop it." I said.
