She seemed to enjoy the process, pacing back and forth, from one side of the room to the other, repeating this until she finally arrived at the window.
The curtains were stirred by the night wind, the silent breeze brushed against her face. Amanda's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and at last, a faint smile broke across her face.
Then she closed her eyes, spread her arms, and pried open the crack of the window, allowing more wind to gush into the room.
In this moment, it was hard to tell whether she was basking in the serenity of the night or embracing the world itself.
If Roger were standing here, he would certainly notice the oddities in Amanda.
The same features, the same expressions, the familiar shell of her body. Yet, looking into her eyes, anyone close to Amanda would unflinchingly regard her as a stranger.
