In the alcohol-infused private room, he caught a whiff of the light fragrance that had haunted his dreams for three years.
He sat on the sofa, watching the person approach with a calm expression.
The attire was almost identical to what it was three years ago, still the snow-white and somewhat pale skin, the delicate and petite frame, and that face which hardly differed from his memories.
"You finally let me see you in my dreams," he said indifferently, "I thought you never wanted to see me again in your lifetime."
Actually, it wasn't that he had never dreamt of her.
It's just that in every dream, repeatedly, was the scene from the church that day.
In the eternal sunset, he uttered the heart-wrenching words, watching Norris Moore's eyes widen slightly, filled with the tears of a broken heart.
For three years, over and over, he relived the events of that day.
He might resent Zelda Swallow for the control over him, but in the end, the person he detested the most was himself.
