Arms-II

Starvos could smell the sweet scent he always recalled in his dream. Only in his dream was his memories of her was the freshest. The only time he recalled her voice, her fragrance, her appearance as if she had just appeared the other day was when he had closed his eyes and fall into his dreamland. But now he could smell it all again, as if she was here.

Her lavender scent, her thin arms that wrapped around his shoulders like warm blanket and her body that pressed softly on his back.

Starvos didn’t know why but he could feel himself was on the verge of tears, feeling as if his heart that had been ripped and torn again and again was slowly fixed and bandaged by the simple hug from his back.

He didn’t know what to say only whispering in a daze, “Eliza?”

Dominic who had stood at the garden, feeling exhausted from the depth of his soul was startled when he saw the faint figure of a woman dressed in white hugging Starvos from behind. He knew the woman well, as she had never looked any o