He looks around and saw no sign of that bodyguard of hers and he nodded.
She must have sent him to do some errands for her he thought to himself.
He walks to the tree like so many times before. But unlike before, his feeling is heavy and there is a trace of reluctance. There are not many people in the word that knows him as she did.
He is tired of losing people. He is tired of talking only to ghost of the past
The woman eyes are clear and not cloudy white like she always appears to be in front of other people.
Maybe, she too shares this same feeling of melancholy that he is feeling
She looks at him and she shakes her head
'That face again? You went to Falmouth first?' she asks. The man nodded
She sighed and said
'I think you like pretending to be a hero.' He chuckles and replies
'It is not that bad'
She laughs a bit.
'You don't like it?' he asks
'I like the other one better' he nodded
