"Nora..."
There's a type of excitement that can scatter one's ability to speak, and at that moment, that's exactly how Willy Smith felt. His voice trembled as if he had lost the ability to form words, turning what should have been a simple two syllables into a quivering stutter.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault, I was the one who didn't get it, I really can't lose you!"
The hands that Nana Jensen wrapped around his body tightened, her head nestled in the man's chest, tears cascading like a dam had burst, limitless and flooding. Her voice, laden with sobs, was excruciatingly moving to Willy Smith's ears.
This seemed to be the divine melody he had been waiting to hear.
"Just now, I was thinking if you fell from there, I wouldn't want to live anymore. Just the thought of going back to those days when I was alone makes me feel like life isn't worth living. It turns out that you've already taken root in my heart, I just never realized it!"