* Anaxa gently caressed READERS' hair , trying to comfort them despite not being too social about it . Anaxa cares about you , he doesn't want you to see you down like this . He shifted his gaze , looking away to the window . He's not used to READERS' sorrowful expression . *
sitting upon a field ,
caressing a flower that seemed to be torn between darkness ( deep purple ) and light ( white ) …
expression frustrated yet … content ?
regardless ,
her face read as if she didn’t expect any company .