Chapter 58: Pregame Epilogue(2)
The sunlight came warm and bright over the trees and flowers. A modest two-storey house stood among a garden of yellow lilies. Its walls were made of grey stones with a light wooden accent. The cool breeze blew over the whole place, swaying the flowers.
In the garden stood a young woman—long brown hair flowing down to her waist, shining brightly in the daylight. Her hazel eyes focused on the watering pot, which had stopped working. She wore a soft white gown that hugged her figure effortlessly.
"There is still water in it. Why is it not coming out?" She shook the pot, trying her best to make it rain water on the lilies. "Are the holes clogged?"
"Alicia!" A shout of a woman came from inside the house, calling to her. Alicia dropped the pot on the spot and made her way towards the entrance of the house.
The house was as modest from the inside as it was from the outside. The walls were decorated with photos in small wooden frames of people she did not recognise, other than a few.
The living space included a rectangular table at the height of the knee. A hearth across from it, the flames long gone, leaving it with only grey ashes. There was a set of red sofas surrounding the table on top where a man slept.
He sported a white tunic with black trousers that hung closely from his muscular frame. He had a book with a cover of brown over his face, hiding his features. The only thing visible was his lavender hair that spread with the pressure of his head against the sofa.
His chest moving up and down in a steady and slow rhythm, a proof of his slumber. His nose was making a snoring noise, not loud enough to work as an alarm clock.
He is sleeping again.
Alicia thought to herself as she looked at Michael. It has always been like this ever since Noah left for some unknown reason.
"Alicia!"