She had just called out his name when Ella Jackson choked up and couldn't say anything else, just holding him tight.
Feeling his icy temperature, she hugged him even tighter.
The next second, she noticed Collins Aiden's body stiffen, and he became completely still.
He didn't turn around, he didn't even move, he just stood there in the same position, silently, for a long time.
The hands gripping the guardrail kept tightening, tightening, as if trying to crush the wooden railing, the veins on the back of his hands bulging...
Ella sobbed, her frail body leaning on his back, and her large tears kept falling onto his spine, the warm wetness as if it could scald someone.
After what seemed like an eternity, Collins Aiden slowly lowered his head to look at the pair of hands that were wrapped around his body, entwined in front of him.
Pale fingers were tightly interlocked, the tips turning white from the force.
