He tried to return to his former, dull and tasteless life, but no matter how hard he tried, it was no use. Ruby Bluen had deeply entrenched herself in his mind; he always found himself stealthily, almost imperceptibly, watching her every move. Seeing her vie with Emma Wright for his attention, yet strive to appear harmonious with Emma, he desperately wanted to tell her that he loved her and she had nothing to worry about.
Every time the words reached his lips, he would think of his eldest brother, Glades Horne.
"Marcel, wait for me!" Ruby Bluen's voice called out from behind him.
Marcel Horne didn't stop, pretending not to hear, though he did slow his pace slightly.
"Marcel!"
Out of breath, Ruby Bluen caught up, running in front to block his path. One hand clutched her stomach as she gasped, "Wait for me!"
The cold air outside made Ruby Bluen's lips turn an even deeper shade of purple.
