The skies were painted in the hues of a sunset's glow.

The mailman delivered a letter from Acoiclya. Alexis eagerly tore it open.

Yet within, there were no cordial greetings or tender sentiments, only a few frigid lines. He wrote that the world beyond was vast, and he'd decided not to return. He said he intended to remain in Acoiclya. He also said he'd met some more people and started thinking that they ought to reconsider their situation. He said maybe they were never the most suitable match to begin with.

Alexis set that letter on fire.

From that moment on, a void remained in her heart.