"Mr. Opal..."
"Is there no one left in the world you love? Are you going to starve yourself to death?"
Rosalind finally lifted her gaze to glance at Opal. 'I do have people I love—Alaric and Hope.'
'That's why I have to keep my strength up and stay alive, so they won't have to worry.'
Rosalind stood up, walked over to the table, and began to eat the food that had been laid out.
Opal let out a sigh of relief. A moment later, he and Leo both walked out.
...
That night, Rosalind stood on the balcony, gazing at the stars. The sky was full of them, but the moon was nowhere to be seen, leaving her with no way to even properly long for the ones she missed.
Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and she let out a mournful sigh.
She didn't realize Opal had been on the balcony of the next room until he spoke, having evidently heard her sigh. "What's on your mind?" he asked.
Rosalind shook her head. "What is there for me to think about?"
