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"Thanks," he says.
The boy is cute and still so little, probably not more than five years old.
I sigh, walking closer toward the playground. I lean against the railing, watching the kids play as I slurp my cappuccino. I moan as the warmth of the drink sips into me. Even the warmth of the cup against my palm feels so nice and relaxing.
My gaze darts to a little girl playing the swing with her father. The children's laughter echoes in my ears, and I unknowingly let another smile curve on my lips. It's always heartwarming to watch them play. I don't think that I'll ever get bored with it.
I turn around, and just when I head to the bench, I see Mr. Grint—the old man who cleans the park—working with his broom to sweep the leaves off the pavements and the grass. He spots me.
I wave my hand at him and call cheerfully, "Hi, Mr. Grint."
"Enjoying the sunset again?" he asks with his signature grandpa's voice.
"As usual." I grin.
He nods and resumes his work again. Mr. Grint is everybody's best friend here.
I take a seat in my favorite spot, still holding the cup of coffee with both hands. I close my eyes and inhale the soothing aroma. Doing this always calms my mind.
I open my eyes again and stare at the sky. It's twilight. The setting sun is hidden by the buildings, but it's still a beautiful sight to see. Purple, red, and orange.
How I wish that I could show this view to him. The person I miss the most. The man with no sight, but the one who also said that I could give him his sight every time he was with me.
My throat starts to hurt because of the great longing I feel inside. Slowly, I take my phone from my pants and find his picture. It's a picture of him when he sat in the hammock, gazing up at the surroundings with a contented expression and a smile that rarely touched his lips.
My eyes water as I stare at the light in his eyes—his happiness—that I want to treasure forever. I miss that face.
I miss him.
So much.
My tear drops onto the screen, and I wipe my eye. I always think about him.
Is he doing okay?
Does he still have that light in him?
I sniffle, glancing at my wristwatch. It's about time for me to catch the train. Nana and Archer are waiting for me.
With that thought in mind, I put my phone back into my pocket and finish the remaining of my drink with my eyes glued to the beautiful twilight sky.
Chapter 41
Kellan
I walk along the sidewalk, using the hoodie on my sweater to cover my hair and face.
It would be bad if my enemy knew that I was walking around, and it would be even worse if that happened while Layla was present.
I step into the park and immediately know that Mr. Grint is waiting for me. The sweeping sound of his broom stops short the moment I enter the site. I hear his boots stepping closer to me.
"She has left," he says as I halt. "She had to catch the train."
I nod.
One would think that he's just an old man who cleans the park, but the truth is that he's a part of Black Wings. He's close to my family. We trust him to take care of the cabin near the lake. That place holds so many memories for my family, and now it's even more special because of my time with Layla there.
"She's doing good," Mr. Grint says. "Safe. No stalker.Other than you, of course."
