Chapter 31

Midnight hasn't even fallen yet when Ryle gets up, successfully interrupting my fall to sleep. Thank you, Ryle. That's very sweet of you. Where's he going though? He just gets out of the room like I'm never here.

So, I get up as well. I tie my hair and then yawn. I absentmindedly wear my slippers and then rise to my feet involuntarily. I'm still tired from cycling across the noisy asphalt jungle yet I'm here, following that bastard who's just disappeared from my sight. What a great night.

As I swing the door open, I see his silhouette pronto before the glass door of the balcony. His hands are on the upper parts of the doorjambs, both of his index fingers drumming the jambs. He's thinking in depth. He's drowned in a sea of scenes in his head. It's evident by how his head is bowed down. My curiosity could kill me anytime now. He has problems. If he could just tell me what he's going through, maybe I can help. But he won't do that. He will keep it to himself.

His head turns to me as soon