Chapter 50 At The Edge of His Seat

“She’s been like that for a couple of months now.” Hoon pulled Claire’s blanket further over her chest. Max was sitting beside her across, staring with the worry still engraved on his face.

“What do you mean for months? She didn’t tell me anything,” Max answered. Partly, he kind of actually understand why he doesn’t know much about Claire for the past month—the past year, even. He was aloof from her, and avoiding much conversations that might lead to a topic about Iris. Devastated was the term he named for the feeling in his chest, but he also knows it roots on penitence. He could’ve saved Claire, he could have done better choices that night, but instead Iris was the one who even let her free and he lost her too.

While he was just there, standing still like a coward that he is. And from then on, he couldn’t even utter her name anymore, as if it was something that