Donald drew the curtain away, letting the moonlight pour down on the floor, extending his shadow.
The moonlight was slightly cold. So did his heart.
Donald held his mobile phone tightly. His eyes got deeper and scary. Deep in his eyes were complicated feelings.
Apparently, he was hesitating. He was struggling.
Finally, he stared at his shadow, reflecting on the glass window. At the moment, he could clearly see his face.
He was hesitating.
He didn't want to hurt anyone. He didn't know how to prevent all these. All he could do not was try the best to stop it.
If anyone got hurt, he would feel guilty for a whole life.
What should he do now?
Donald turned on his mobile phone with his trembling hands. Then he found the telephone number, the number that he was so familiar with. Then, after hesitating for quite a while, he called.
"Sorry, the number you've dialed is not..."
He failed.
