What followed was just a void.
I had thought it would culminate in a grand, harmonious ending, or at the very least, a feasible love triangle, but I never expected the plot to take such a … realist turn?
Outside the window, the drizzle persisted, with drops sliding down the eaves, falling one by one to the ground.
The sound of wind chimes was clear and pleasant to the ear.
It was rare for them to sit together in such tranquility.
In such an atmosphere, Jackie Qualls found comfort but also felt … reluctant and sad.
After a moment of silence, he finally spoke again in a soft voice.
"Do you still remember what I told you about Louis Snyder?"
Hannah looked at him, not answering his question, but said instead, "You seem to really dislike him, or maybe even … hate him?"
As she spoke, she laughed softly, leaning back in her chair, her eyelashes catching flecks of bright yellow sunlight.
The rain had not stopped, and the sun was still there.