More warm tears rolled down her palm, her eyelashes trembled lightly, like a blade cutting through his heart.
"I'll get you something to eat."
The man didn't turn on the light; he just turned around, opened the door, and left.
Daisy Ginger sat alone on the dimly lit bed, in a strange country, with unfamiliar air and unfamiliar rooms. She hugged her legs and buried her face in her knees, like an animal trapped in a snare, unable to stop trembling.
She couldn't stop, couldn't calm down. Once the sounds around her disappeared, she couldn't help but think of that white tombstone without a photo or name, of the time that ended in 201X.
She dared not think about it, dared not wonder whose ashes were inside.
Maybe Robert Stephens was deceiving her, her "Edward" hadn't died, just been completely hidden away by them. She could only think in that direction, otherwise she really wouldn't know what to do...
She really wouldn't know what to do...
