Shane Winchester softly walked into the flower shop, so lightly that the wind chimes in front of the door almost didn't make a sound.
Yet Alice Smith, who was watering plants, couldn't help but stop her actions, her gaze falling on the shadow on the ground, dazed.
Shane Winchester didn't seem to deliberately hide, and said warmly, "I brought you breakfast."
Alice put down the kettle in her hand, her gaze falling on the thermos in his hand, then she looked up at him and said, "Shane, I still don't want to see you now."
Shane was silent for a moment, then said again, "Then I'll come to pick you up from work later."
"No need, I can go back by myself."
Alice softly refused, and Shane just forced a smile, then he placed the thermos aside on the cabinet and turned to leave.
Alice watched his figure, lowering her eyes.
Because she once loved too much, it's even harder to let go.
That night, Shane indeed came again.
