394 7.84 Let Me Do This

Click. The turn of lock was akin to thunderclap amidst the silence.

Moshe's bedroom was mainly dominated by black. Black walls, black mattress, black pillow cases, black blanket, even the couch was black. One side of the wall had been planted with a floor to ceiling window and the curtain was drawn shut — at least it was soft gray in color. 

Instead of giving off a gloomy and oppressive feeling, the bedroom seemed cozy and… intimate. The small touch of clutter — the wrinkled blanket, the haphazardly placed things on top of the table and the bean bags on the side of the window where several stacks of books surrounded it — somehow managed to give it a touch of life. 

He could almost picture how Moshe would read his favourite book whilst lounging on the bean bag on a rainy day, accompanied by a cup of steaming coffee and soft music. A deep ache echoed deep within Lu Yizhou's soul. Oh, how he yearned to have that kind of peaceful, domestic life with Moshe…