I don’t know how long it had passed, but the long night finally came to an end.
Chapter 18
The sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the loosely drawn curtains.
After more than ten days of continuous rain and snow, the first sunrise of the new year rose
Nather reached out his scarred hand and gave it a squeeze, as if trying to grasp onto the rare warmth.
Still wanted to scoop up a handful of dust.
Chapter 19
From that day on, Nathen locked himself inside his house and never went out again.
Apart from the occasional visit from Tara, he didn’t see anyone else and didn’t reply to anyone’s messages.
The room was scattered with empty bottles of alcohol.
He numbed his nerves with alcohol, enabling him to barely survive and continue this endless life of pain.
On January 21st, the quiet door that had been silent for a long time was suddenly knocked on.
Nathen woke up from a hangover, with a pair of lifeless eyes, staring blankly at the light and shadows on the wall.
The people outside the door continued to watch persistently, wave after wave, without a break.
Nathen heard it, but it was as if he hadn’t heard it.
In the afternoon, he struggled to his feet with his emaciated body and walked to the door.
Kenna, who had been knocking on the door for three hours, was running out of patience and was pounding on the door as a way to vent her frustration.
So when the door suddenly opened without warning, she couldn’t hold back her strength and rushed straight into the room.
Nathen instinctively raised his hand to create a barrier between them, creating distance. The look in his eyes was only indifference as he gazed at her. “What happened?”
Kenna didn’t expect that a
his eyes.
after such a long time apart, his attitude towards her would make a 180–degree turn like this, a hint of unwillingness flashed in
