Is this what utter despair feels like?
She had always been very pessimistic, only ever striving because of Brandan's promise, and now she finally let go.
That person will never return.
Let's just say he died ten years ago.
After ten years, she can finally go to their once-promised meeting, a rendezvous that ends in death—there's no choice but to accept it.
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Lady Hyde came out of the hospital room, her eyes were terribly swollen.
Brandan sat on a nearby bench, a cigarette in his hand.
At his feet, a pile of ash had accumulated, suggesting that while Lady Hyde was visiting Iris in the room, Brandan had been smoking outside the door.
In the thin mist, Brandan's expression seemed somewhat grim, his brows tightly furrowed and his eyes heavy, as if he had a lot on his mind.
Lady Hyde walked over, sat down beside Brandan, and asked softly, "Do you know Iris's thoughts?"
