StartNovelChapter 95 "It's late. I need to get back to work," I said flatly, coming up with an excuse.
Zion approached and glared at me.
"Why would you go back to work in your condition? I'm your supervisor, and even I haven't started working yet! What's the rush? You're not short on money, nor are you aiming for a promotion. Why push yourself?" I looked at him and said casually, "Oh." What did it matter to me? Zion threw a punch at my face.
"Hudson, stop pretending! You're not depressed. Are you out of your mind?" I didn't know how the two of them ended up arguing, but before I realized it, Selena was holding my hand and leadingout.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWe sat in a cab, driving forward. Selena was quiet at first, but soon, she broke down crying.
The driver glanced at us through the rearview mirror and couldn't help but say, "Young man, your girlfriend is crying like that, and you're not comforting her?" Should I comfort Selena because she was crying? Oh, I suppose I should.
I turned to look at her tear-streaked face. Her eyes were red and swollen. She couldn't speak through her sobs. Not knowing how to comfort her, I chose to stay silent.
Sometimes, silence and presence were the best comforts, rather than fumbling for words that wouldn't help.
The driver sighed, but the car kept moving forward.
Instead of takingback to the office, Selena broughthome.
I sat on the couch, looking around at the familiar surroundings, not knowing what to say.
The place felt familiar, but the people didn't.
In truth, it had been a hard day.
It suddenly struckwith crystal clarity that living was exhausting.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSelena sat beside me, holding my hand and crying again.
It was odd. Didn't her eyes hurt from all that crying? Wasn't she tired? How could she cry so much? Random thoughts filled my head, distractingfrom noticing how much pain Selena was in.
Seeing my confusion seemed to hurt her more. She held my I my hand with one hand, wiping her tears with the other Επ as regret washed over her.
"Hud, why? Why did you end up like this? If I'd known it would be like this, I wouldn't have let you cback." Would it have mattered if she hadn't letcback? It didn't seem to.
What was important anymore? I did not know how to explain any of it, I only felt tired. I was just so exhausted.
Letting go of her hand, I walked upstairs. I looked at the bed and fell optoit. Nothing felt as good as sleep.
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