Today, he was eerily quiet.
After a while, the sound of music from the outside faded.
It was at this moment that human voices became particularly jarring.
"Holy crap, Hannah Winter is pregnant?"
"Is that true?"
"It's freaking trending, do you think I'd lie to you?"
When that person left, he forgot to close the door; without obstruction, their voices carried into the inner room, resonating with each word.
For outsiders, the words fell to the ground, but for George River, they struck his heart.
The frozen lake in his heart shattered into pieces.
In that instant, a searing rage interwove with a bone-chilling hatred.
A prolonged silence ensued.
Before the people inside could snap out of it, George River stood up and left.
The others in the outer room were taken aback for a second upon seeing George River emerge suddenly, especially when they caught sight of the icy expression on his face, they instinctively hushed down.
