Jason's POV
I hurried upstairs to go to her, unsure what exactly to do or say. All I knew was to just go to her. Just as I reached the door of her room, I paused. I didn't know if it would anger her even more, and if she didn't want to see me.
I waited for a while before finally gathering the courage to knock on the door. There was no response from inside. But now that things had reached here, I didn't want to leave.
I pushed open the door gently, not to startle her, and my eyes searched for her.
She was sitting on the other side of the bed, her back facing me. I silently walked towards her. When I reached her side, I saw an old box on her lap, her fingertips caressing it, her expression pained.
The same box where she stored her cherished things in the past.
I walked ahead and knelt before her.
"Eira," I called softly.
She didn't look at me but asked, "Do you know why this box is so important to me?"
