The early morning sun rays glistened inside the room through the windows but Noah seemed far away to attain his mental sanity.
Even though his face was completely healed up, big eyebags were swollen below his orbs as proof of his sleep deprivation.
After Xanthus hastily stormed out from his room last night, he couldn't get a wink of sleep in that cozy bed, as he was completely surrounded by anxious thoughts. Standing in front of the mirror with a dull, haggard look on his face, he was buttoning up the sleeves of his white linen shirt.
Just when he was about to finish tying his left sleeve, the small metallic button tore off and slipped down on the ground making a faint noise amidst the pin-drop silence in the room.
Noah couldn't even muster the strength to pick it up or try on sewing it back on his shirt and only stared still at himself in the mirror. His blue eyes looked heavily exhausted as well, making his face appear grimmer.
