"When we leave this place..." Raphaeline began, her voice sounding almost hesitant. Her gaze was lost, fixed on some random point on the ceiling, while her finger absentmindedly traced along Vergil's chest.
She seemed uncertain, as if pondering whether she should really say what was on her mind.
Vergil remained silent, feeling the light pressure of her touch but not interrupting her.
"Are we going to continue this… thing we have?" Her voice lowered slightly at the end of the sentence, as if she feared the answer. "Or… will you go back to treating me like a monster and pretending nothing happened when you're in front of the others?"
This time, she didn't look at him.
Instead, she remained lying on his chest, avoiding his gaze as if the answer might hurt more than she was willing to admit.
The silence that followed was not a comfortable one.
In Raphaeline's mind, countless possibilities formed and dissolved in a whirlwind of emotions.
