[For the sake of those with faint hearts, the next ten chapters will contain a series of psychological burdens on not just Julian but on the readers as well. Well, it's not that bad, but just in case, reader's discretion advised.]
Julian sat by the window after he had discarded his coat on the bed. The sleeves of his white inner shirt waved in the sudden, cooling wind, the fabric snapping softly against his arms as he leaned his head back against the chair's frame.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds, drawing in a long, shaky breath of the air that finally felt thin enough to breathe.
The oppressive, golden sun of the afternoon had finally been shielded.
Moving clouds—heavy and grey—were rolling in from the horizon, swallowing the light and turning the world a muted, somber grey.
Dark clouds. It looked like it was going to rain soon; the scent of rain-soaked earth was slowly beginning to rise from the gardens below.
