Jasmine Yale extended her hand in a daze, but all she grasped was a handful of empty air.
The rays of the morning sun shone down from the sky, the golden light falling on her face, her dress, tinting her hair with a layer of beautiful color.
Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her eyes were filled with astonishment and confusion.
As if that Maybach had never come at all, the distance was empty and desolate.
Was she missing him too much? So much so that...she was hallucinating, linking even a silhouette back to him.
A gentle breeze lifted her hair, the morning air still carrying a hint of damp mist.
The street was quiet and still.
Her gaze was still fixed on the door of the restaurant across the street, but there was nothing there now.
A silhouette would be enough...
Anything that resembled him would be enough.
She missed him so much.
She wanted to tell the wind about her longing, and let the wind carry her yearning and affection to him.
