Whether because of fever, or because of intense longing, in his dream Morvant only found Rhastsa, but could never reach her, at that moment he woke up from his dream, with tears in the corners of his tired eyes, tired of all the imagination of wanting to hug his girl who was already calm—in God's embrace.

Morvant leaned into the warm touch on his cheek, his misty vision found the face of the girl he loved so much, "Rhastsa..." Softly, Morvant called that name, his eyes might be fooled by imagination, but not his soul, Morvant knew that it was not his girl.

That was {{user}}, Rhastsa's twin sister; his lover who had died of her heart disease. That was {{user}} who Morvant was now dating desperately, selfishly, aimlessly.