C36 35. CUPID AND THE SCROLL

CAELUM

Rubin looks up at me through her eyelashes and inquired, “What’s wrong? What’s with the face?” I shrugged, not answering her as I stepped out of the crushed grapes, my body trembling a bit.

As the hours pass by, I noticed how each moment seems to add on what I am feeling – like Rubin was trying to prove som I have long forgotten but