Charles Mcintosh opened the car door for Jasmine Yale, respectfully welcoming her out.
In prison, Jasmine saw Hans Colin.
In just a week, Hans had become haggard. He hadn't taken care of his beard and he seemed to have aged significantly.
"School senior."
Hans slowly looked up and seemed surprised to see Jasmine, but the surprise quickly faded into a look of despair.
He hung his head, silent.
Separated by the window, Jasmine looked at him.
"Senior, thank you for taking care of me those two years. I'm really grateful to you."
"Don't thank me," Hans spoke, his voice hoarse, his face pale and indifferent. "Hate me instead... Jasmine, I'm sorry."
"Knowing there would be no return, why did you keep going? I miss the days when we used to study together. Back then, people weren't as complicated."
"Jasmine, I've got no other way to go." Hans looked up at her finally. "But, my feelings for you are real."
"I know, no matter what, I'm grateful to you."
