Norris stood in the same spot for a long time, until her legs went numb, before she somewhat dazedly went to sit on the sofa.
She hid her phone under the sofa cushion, then curled up her legs and buried her face on her knees.
Even though the sun was shining brightly outside, she felt a bit cold.
She was genuinely upset, but she also knew that what Maple Swallow had said was right.
Is loving someone hoping they live on, or wanting to die with them?
This wasn't a difficult multiple-choice question.
In the face of life, personal emotions are truly insignificant.
She wished for him to live well, just as initially he had hidden the truth and pushed her away—all he had wanted was for her to live well too.
Even if the pain was great, there would come a day when wounds would heal, but death is the end of everything.
With her face buried in her knees, she slowly hugged her legs tighter.
Just wait a little longer, Norris told herself, give herself a bit more time to prepare.
