Carving felt strangely heavy on his hand that night and even inspiration did not come easy. The wood that usually melted like butter under his touch seemed more intimidating, tougher to crack.
Silas took a deeper breath, placing his tool down on the desk, he resigned to giving himself as well as the material a moment.
Although the lack of activity from the rest of his body only incited agitation in his mind. The quieter it had gotten around him the louder his thoughts screamed.
It had been such a beautiful day up until that moment. Why did it have to end on a low note like that?
And moreover, why would her lack of interest in him bother him that much? That was the question that kept him up at… Well, not that he ever required sleep, but if he did, Silas figured that praying for a drop of rest had to occur before any would be granted.
The vampire pushed his weight off the chair that served him and made his way towards the open window.
