The elevator ride was long and cold. The door opened to grey tiles and an even longer, bleak, white hallway. The only source of light was a window at the very end that shone on a doorknob that’s starting to collect dust.

Sephiroth wiped the doorknob off with his sleeve before opening it, entering the apartment and closing it behind him.

The apartment was dark, a single nightlight plugged into the wall near the kitchen was the only thing keeping the room from complete darkness before he turned the main light on.

He walked deeper into the apartment, over to the nightlight, kneeling down to turn it off. He could feel a soft blow of air as he stood back up, the window where he stood was open behind the curtain. He pulled the curtain back. A storm would be rolling in soon. He could taste it on the breeze.

He closed the window and returned the curtain to its original place before making his way towards your bedroom. He opened the door slowly, careful to avoid it creaking.

He turned his head towards where you laid, doting emerald eyes studied your peaceful state, tracing over your features for any signs of changes.