But fate seemed unwilling to hear Cain's prayer.
That person appeared, then disappeared again — yet Cain was certain it wasn't some hallucination born from overwhelming longing.
Clearly, that person didn't want to see him. Cain had seen the shock and astonishment on his face the moment their eyes met.
Clearly, the other had recognized him — yet he chose to run, to vanish from Cain's sight.
Why...
"Why?!"
Cain roared, slamming his fist against the wall beside him. Fresh blood dripped from his hand, but even the pain sinking into his heart wasn't enough to clear his mind.
The bouquet in his grip trembled violently. Cain's eyes were red, wild, and finally filled with helplessness.
Perhaps those dreams hadn't been wrong after all — perhaps they were a premonition of his future.
Perhaps deep down, he had always been afraid of the love that person held for him.
