Maintaining only a few actions, either pondering, lost in thought, leaning on the seat, or lying on the steering wheel.
He was thinking about many things, sometimes with a blank mind. His heart was tangled with struggle, knowing he had to leave, yet not moving for a long time. In the end, he still went up.
He couldn't control his heart, wanting to see her, taking advantage of the stillness late at night, even just a glance would do. Knowing she was fine, he could be at ease.
So, at this moment, he appeared here...
Bryan White held his breath, feeling the waves of sharp pain invading his chest. His eyes were bloodshot, so red as if they could drip blood.
In the end, he couldn't restrain his heart, lowered his head, and pressed his thin lips on hers.
The woman's lips were soft, slightly cold, and dry. He didn't move any further, just pressed them like that, his blood-red eyes staring at her face.
