Sylvan Cheney was unwilling to give up. Even though he couldn't see her, he continued searching for her along the road, searching for a long, long time.
His footsteps were somewhat unnatural, and the thin, slender silhouette was stretched by the light.
For a moment, Jasmine Yale could no longer see him. He merged into a small dot in her pupils, getting further and further away.
He was looking for her everywhere. Even from far away, Jasmine Yale could hear him calling her name, "Jasmine."
In the darkness, Jasmine Yale lowered her head.
She didn't know what she was feeling, or perhaps she felt nothing at all.
Her face was icy cold; the tears hadn't completely dried. Her nose tingled, and the tears nearly fell again.
She stood there with her head down, occasionally letting out a sob, and her shoulders were trembling all the while.
The corner was very cold.
The night was very quiet.
