Standing opposite the windows of his bedroom, Ruediger threw his gaze out. He looked at the sky, now painted in a blend of soft blues and pale yellows.
The morning sun had just peeked over the distant horizon, signaling the beginning of a brand new day.
At six-fifteen, the city had just rose from its slumber. Ruediger saw more vehicles pass through the main streets, while the passersby rushed on the pedestrian streets.
Ruediger shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He was ready to head out with Lariette, only waiting for her now. The lack of luster on his face showed he was still deeply entangled with the events of yesterday.
Ruediger clenched his jaw slightly, trying to push away the sting of guilt that clawed at him. Despite having been hearing the accusations for decades, there were times when he would be terribly bothered by them.
Especially... when she was also forced to hear them.
