CHAPTER CXXIX " I'M NOT HER, WE CAN’T LET THEM KNOW "

Hendrix's P.O.V.

When I arrived at the place I was going to, I started to feel sadness circling me, it has always been like that since that day.

As I walked around I noticed that some of the icy roses were broken. It's confusing as to why there are broken roses as he never let that happen. If it did he would immediately remove it and replace it with a new one and sturdier roses.

Because I'm worried, I walk faster to arrive where he always is, at the middle part of this place, where he exactly is when they part away.

When I arrived I thought I would see him in a mess, he wasn't but his state is more concerning.

He was just sitting, staring at the crystal statue in front of him, humming while icy roses are in his hand, a rose with thorns that pierce into his skin.

"Cleo" I called him but just like any other day he ignored me.

Even if I always get the same result I still couldn't get used to it so I let out a sigh.