The breeze wafted by, bringing a warm, sweet scent.
Everything was at its most wonderful state.
But dreams are fragile. Upon opening his eyes, all was simply an illusion of beauty.
George River sat in his car, eyes tightly shut, continuously recalling the past he despised. However, his heart felt hollow, filled only with numbness and pain.
That night, the sky was dark, the lights dim, so dim it could almost blind you. And yet everything seemed exceptionally clear.
Everything seemed to fall into place. As he held her warm, soft body, his thoughts were filled with only one person—Hannah.
When those two words left his mouth, he saw shock and humiliation in her eyes. But within them, he also saw his infatuation and love reflected.
It was as if he was facing the depths of his own heart that he dared not confront.
Without a second thought, he turned and walked away, not caring about the plea behind him.
