Andrew Lee lowered his head to look at his empty palms, feeling somewhat hollow inside.
He knew that perhaps his constant advances lately had overwhelmed her a bit.
She was too strong and stubborn. In that moment, when she felt her insides collapsing, she merely had a brief moment of confusion before swiftly regaining her senses.
But it was because of this that he grew even fonder of her and looked upon her with pity. When would he ever be able to reach her heart?
Emma Smith wasn't overthinking things like him. Still anxious about Tommy's condition, she found a seat on the bench near the emergency room entrance.
Andrew quietly sat beside her, and together, they stared at the red light above the door of the emergency room, waiting anxiously for it to go off.
At that moment, time seemed to have been filled with lead, slow and heavy. Every second felt like a fraction of its usual length. Emma anxiously kept checking the time on her phone, over and over again.
