His face was shrouded in smoke, devoid of any other emotions.
By the time he had finished treating his wounds, it was already late at night.
Norris Moore walked over and said to the man lying in bed with the IV drip, "I'm leaving."
Trenton Smith remained silent.
Norris Moore dropped her gaze to his, then turned to leave.
Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed by Trenton Smith.
Norris's steps hitched. She lowered her head to look at him.
Trenton's face was pale from blood loss. He spoke, "Stay with me tonight."
Norris Moore looked at him and slowly peeled his fingers off her wrist. Without saying anything, she turned and left him.
Trenton Smith sat there, watching his own fingers being released by Norris Moore. Then he chuckled out of nowhere and closed his eyes, falling onto the bed.
Now she seemed to have learned how to slowly kill him in the heart.
*
After visiting Trenton Smith once in the hospital, Norris Moore hadn't visited again.
