Perhaps, upon reflection, it seemed like he could still hear the shattering sound of tears hitting the ground, a somber sensation unexpectedly enveloping his heart.
Listening to the faint female laughter from the mahjong table, he somehow found it familiar.
But he quickly refuted such thoughts.
That person, she would never laugh so freely before his eyes; she was always cautious, trying to please him, scared of making him angry.
She loved watching him, her clear and distinct eyes always reflected his image, filled with tenderness and focus.
She was in love with him.
So much so that it was humble to the dust.
In her world, there was only him.
It had been that way in the past, and perhaps, to her, it was still that way.
He felt a sense of relief, exhaled a sigh. Even he didn't know why.
He had grown accustomed to Hannah's love, and believed firmly that this affection would never abandon him.
*
Tiffany Lynch ran out of the bar, crying.
