Silas sighed while staring at Ivy's photo longingly. He knew he had rushed too much and had almost pushed Ivy away due to his behavior.
"I still have time... Maybe if I tell her the truth, she won't be sad... but the question is... whether she will be sorrowful or not."
For some reason, the moment that question appeared in Silas's heart, he felt relief and bitterness. Relief because maybe Ivy's feelings for him weren't as deep as his feelings for her yet.
And bitterness... because he wondered if his decades-long love would ever be fulfilled.
'Before I die... I wish I could get together with you, my love...' He thought before kissing the photo and falling asleep while hugging it.
He terribly missed the fragrant and soothing smell he inhaled while hugging Ivy's tender and slightly cold body.
