Lila
As I reflect on Ethan's message "This is not finished". My stomach twisted, as if I was dreaming.
What Ethan is thinking about is beyond My Control. The confusion I am in right now is becoming more serious.
I Perched by the window of my flat, observing the rain trickle down the glass in narrow lines, obscuring the city beneath.
My tea had become lukewarm in my grasp, but it didn't matter to me.
My thoughts were too occupied going over everything Max mentioned at the park.
His words were unfiltered and sincere in a manner I had not anticipated.
"I'm pleased to see you happy, Lila." "That's everything I've ever wished for you." He said and gave a slight smile.
What made those words haunt me so deeply? They resembled words a man utters when he's releasing a burden, but still, a genuine look in his eyes revealed that he wasn't surrendering—not completely.
