Chapter 44: Not The Moon
"Is the wind harsh on you, Felixa?" Maximus walked closer to Felixa sitting by the window staring at the vast sky.
"Umm, no," Felixa turned to look at him.
"You look pale," he kissed her temple as he wrapped his cloak around her shoulders. "What are you thinking of?" he asked, still holding his cape.
Felixa leaned on his chest and placed her shivering fingers on his big hand. She just loved the warmth from him.
"Nothing much," she bit her lips. "I was just looking at the moon."
"The moon?" Maximus looked up. The waning moon is now hidden by the passing clouds. Being near the sea he could smell a new scent of breeze which he didn’t realize until now. Being with her brings out a different perspective to mundane things around; things he didn’t bother about before.
"It’s a shame we cannot admire the moon," he whispered and pulled her closer.
"Shame?" Felixa raised her brows.
"Yes, the clouds are hindering the view," he answered.
"Are they?" Felixa fixed her eyes on the thick cluster of clouds. "Are they hindering us? Or are they helping the moon?"