After soaking for about thirty minutes, I finally stepped out of the bath. My body felt lighter, as if all the burden and fatigue had been dissolved by the warm steam.
I put on my black dress again—it was starting to feel... a bit too iconic. I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
"Hmm... maybe I should look for some other clothes," I murmured softly.
After that, I returned to my room. The moonlight was still slipping in through the large window, casting soft patterns on the stone floor and the bedsheets. I laid down on the mattress and closed my eyes, letting the silent sounds of the night lull me to sleep.
The next morning, I was awakened by the soft sunlight filtering through the thin curtains. The wind passing through the ruins of the villa filled the air with a quiet hum.
I stepped out of the room and headed to the small garden in the backyard. Sitting on a stone bench, I stared at the wild grass growing chaotically.
"Feels empty... just weeds," I said quietly.
