For a moment, Vincent wanted to question the reality in front of his eyes. Never in his life had he considered that this would happen.
In this cold hallway where the statues were their witness.
A place where every sound echoes.
Tears. An act of someone being vulnerable.
His Sister….
Neirin… was crying.
Her hands clenching his clothes. She muffled her cries that she wanted to stop, for it seemed that she was so embarrassed no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't control her eyes that continued to shed tears.
What is this?
His hands gently support her despite his shocked expression. He swallowed. His whole body felt stiff. His heart felt heavy, yet at the same time, it was pounding so loud that he had prayed that she won't hear it.
This was reality. He felt the clothes on his shoulder were damp.
