The atmosphere in the carriage was tense, even though there were just the two of them. Yohana's face remained stoic, but Henrie was certain that a storm was raging inside her.
Who wouldn't feel that way when about to meet their past lover? Perhaps I'd react the same if I were in her shoes, Henrie thought.
Yohana fixed her gaze on the window. She wasn't enjoying the scenery; the curtain was drawn to avoid identification by any passersby. Instead, she stared into emptiness as her mind processed various thoughts.
It was a saddening situation, and Henrie, viewing himself from a third person's perspective, felt a sense of pathetic helplessness. He was aiding the love of his life in saving the man of her dreams, a twisted scenario that stabbed his heart repeatedly.
