It was early morning. Albedo stood in front of the window, tying up his hair before reaching for his flute.

you watched silently, enjoying a cup of coffee and admired albedo. The way the early sunlight draped albedos form like a warm blanket, the gentle and beautiful sounds of his flute filling your ears, as the soft aroma of coffee filled your nose.

All though it might be a morning like any other for the both of you, it’s just as enjoyable as the first time he did this..