The lights in the living room were dimmed by him as he sat beside Elly Campbell.
Only at this moment did he realize that the peace and happiness he had been clinging to all his life was actually very simple.
Yet this simplicity was squandered by his own doings, turning a humble desire into an extravagance far out of reach.
After an indeterminable amount of time, Elly Campbell, lying on the couch, let out a muffled groan and shifted uncomfortably.
Adam Jones snapped back to reality upon seeing Elly Campbell sitting up on the couch, supporting herself with one hand, her head in her hands as she massaged her swelling temples, her brows deeply furrowed.
"Elly, how are you feeling?"
The familiar voice, tinged with a hint of worry, brushed past Elly Campbell's ear, causing her massaging hands to pause momentarily.
She slowly turned her head and her gaze fell into Adam Jones's anxious, pitch-black pupils.
