The city was bustling yet lonely at night. Violet drove away with Wayne, while Grayson stood under their apartment building for a long time. It wasn't until a downpour began that the man was thoroughly drenched. Suddenly, he looked up, his hand covering his eyes, and the other fiercely clutched the lapel of his suit, gripping it tightly.
Violet... did I make a mistake... one that will forever prevent our relationship from turning back?
At that very moment, Violet driving on the overpass no longer had any clue about Grayson's true feelings. Her mood was especially relaxed now that she had finally left the city and could take a breath. She glanced at Wayne, who had fallen asleep beside her from the long ride, and an inadvertent smile crossed her lips.
"Hello? It's me. We've just left the overpass. We should arrive in about two hours."