The morning sunlight coming through the gap in the curtain felt faintly sharp entering Olivia's eyes.
She woke up with a throbbing head. Her pillow still felt slightly damp from the tears that had fallen without her realising before she fell asleep last night.
She looked toward her wrist. Clean. No more coldness from Javien's blue liquid, but the shadow of that man frozen in front of her room wall last night was still stuck strongly in her memory.
[Forgive me... for being the cruelest mistake of fate for you.]
Javien's last sentence kept spinning in Olivia's head like a broken tape.
"How stupid you are, Olivia..."
Olivia whispered to herself while covering her face.
"You drove him away, now you're the one who feels like dying from guilt."
Olivia quickly got up, tried to clean herself up and put on her white apron. She needed to work. She needed to look strong in front of Ophilia. But the moment she stepped out of her room, her steps died.
