"Yeah, you don't care about anything," he said with a chuckle, loosening his tie. There was a newfound determination in his eyes, "But you know, I won't give up so easily."
He had grown fond of reminiscing about the past. Even his dreams were filled with the Hannah Winter who had adored him wholeheartedly.
She would snuggle up to him, whisper sweet nothings, her eyes brimming with longing.
He thought he would enjoy it, but every time he woke up, he felt nothing but an overwhelming emptiness, as though his heart was missing a piece.
The things one can't have are always the most memorable.
Hannah noticed the restrained emotion in his gaze but didn't care, "Think whatever you want, but I'm going back to rest."
With that, she stepped past the man in front of her.
A faint fragrance lingered as she passed by; he instinctively reached out to stop her but grasped only the cold air.
Looking back, Hannah had already reached the door.
