Sol ran out of the window , holding his left shoulder in pain . A little blood trickled out of the wound left by the projectile impact . His almond coloured eyes were drained of their lust inducing flair , replaced by disappointment and anguish . He and I returned to his small , comfortable abode and entered a small , narrow room . It seemed that the more I explored his living quarters , the smaller it became .
" Sol , " I said , resting my bloody hand on his shoulder . He didn't bother to move it , despite my high body temperature . " Are you okay ? "
Sol turned around and removed my hand , wiping away some of the blood . The fire in his eyes was gone .
" Cordelia , I'm really sorry that you had to see that , " he said , crying softly . As I looked outside the window , perspiration was falling from dark , heavy clouds . The entire room grew dark . I looked at Sol . He just stared back .
" Don't apologize , dear . It wasn't your fault . " The breeze picked up a bit , sending a fresh wave of air in the room . I coughed , forgetting that the air here wasn't exactly the same as at home . Sol winced a bit and removed his shirt , wearing a black , sleeveless undergarment .
" We need to clean ourselves up . " Sol said , pointing at the notion that we were covered in blood and dirt . Sol took a thin knife and handed it at...