Looking at the picture, he felt no more grief. No more sadness. He only felt a melancholic happiness as he remembered the past when he had interacted with her.
He took a deep breath and knew deep inside that he had done it. He had let go of Hannah completely.
"Who is she?" the deer's voice drifted into his mind.
"My sister— my cousin," he quickly answered.
"Why is the image of your cousin that is smiling so widely, giving such an aura of extreme sadness?" the deer asked.
"Because she is very much likely dead now," he said. "This is my way of dealing with the grief early on."
"Do you not know if she is dead or not?" the Deer asked.
"Not really," Alex said.
"Then why do you grief? When you should be hoping," the Deer said.
"Because it was interfering with my breakthrough," he said. "My hope had ended up becoming my Inner Demon."
"I see," the deer said. "So you can break through now?"
