Ethan Sterling stood by the riverside, just standing like that, time passing by endlessly, ignoring the vibration of the phone in his pocket.
It was a call from Seraphina Redgrave.
He didn't answer it.
Ethan Sterling lowered his eyes, his sculpted face devoid of any expression. He took out a lighter, the switch striking with a "clack," and a flame burst out fiercely.
The wind blew.
The flame extinguished, so fragile that a little wind could snuff it out.
Why did the manic genes have to flare up on this day?
She had just promised to stay with me forever.
She had just given him a gift.
He hadn't seen her enough yet.
Ethan Sterling flicked the lighter switch again and again, but the wind by the river was quite strong, continually blowing out the flame.
The phone in his pocket kept vibrating.
"Stop calling, my little friend."
