Female NovelThe 2012 anniversary celebration of Duefron Music School would be held at Duefron Theater.
It was where Rena met an accident. The same place and the same people. And the familiar chandelier.
Waylen knew that it was almost time for him to return to reality.
The study was enshrouded in darkness, a canvas where shadows interplayed with the soft glow of the computer screen, casting an air of mystery over Waylen’s countenance.
A cigarette found its way into his hand, ignited to life with a spark. In the hush of the room, he sat in contemplation, his gaze fixated on the screen.
A mere few days ago, anxiety had gripped him. Now, with the crux of the matter unveiled, a different sentiment prevailed.
The prospect of leaving Rena became increasingly difficult to bear. Waylen’s reluctance to part ways with Rena, who was now 20 years old, stemmed not from an affinity for her youthful innocence, but from a lingering emotional connection.
Even within the realm of dreams, the idea of losing her tugged at his heart.
Two cigarettes were claimed by the passing moments, and as he pondered his return to the bedroom, Rena’s presence graced the room.
Drifting towards him, she wore his shirt, her eyes still heavy with sleep. A gentle query spilled from her lips.
“Where’s Vera?”
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Waylen beckoned Rena closer, her shy demeanor noted and respected.
A foundation of trust had grown between them, nurtured by Waylen’s self-control and her own burgeoning feelings. Nestling into his embrace, she settled obediently.
Curled within his arms, she inquired curiously, “Why did Roscoe take her away?”
A tender smile curved Waylen’s lips as he tenderly combed Rena’s hair, a cascade of brown strands that had graced his pillow many times before.
“Roscoe will be her future husband.” Future husband?
The concept danced on Rena’s lips as her slender fingers played with the buttons on Waylen’s pajamas. With a hushed voice, she questioned, “How can you know what the future holds?”
Waylen’s grasp tightened around her hand, his gaze delving deep into her eyes.
A subtle blush graced her cheeks, her initial impulse to withdraw her hand thwarted by Waylen‘s gentle restraint.
As Rena nestled against his shoulder, her delicate arms encircling his neck, a whisper escaped her lips, laden with vulnerability.
“Waylen, why do I sometimes feel Like you’ll suddenly disappear?”