The library room is quiet again. Daphne Tjia and Alec stared at the back of Ansel Balder who disappeared behind the entry and exit points. The disturbance has gone. Daphne Tjia slowly approached, stealing Alec's fist. The man's enormously large fingers replied.
"If you don't want to go, I'm fine," Alec said.
"Don't be. I've been waiting for this day to come." Daphne Tjia had imagined holding hands in the garden, full of dragonflies and butterflies of various colors.
"Don't you want to just rest in your room? Maybe..." Alec searched for the right words to express his concern, but he felt Daphne Tjia's soul was fragile right now.
"Why? I'm fine."
"Really? If you feel sadness or anger, please tell me. You can also call Doctor Peter. Be tactful, Daphne Tjia."
"Do I often act unwisely?" Daphne Tjia asked back.
"I thought when I first met you, the decisions you made were based on a moment's thought. Maybe you didn't even think about it."
