A heavy downpour washed away the endless dust. The next morning, the world itself felt brand new, let alone everything in it.
Summer Thorne slowly opened her eyes, her gaze meeting the man's profound, placid eyes.
He looked as if he had been watching her like that for a very long time.
The instant Summer Thorne's eyes opened, he leaned in and kissed her again.
It wasn't enough.
Even after the long night, it still wasn't enough.
Not enough to make up for the regrets of the past, not enough to prove the reality of the present, and not enough to fill the endless, terrifying void in his heart.
And so, he could only take, endlessly.
It was as if only by holding her, watching her, and seeking out her every reaction and response could he prove to himself that this world was real.
And prove…
…the meaning of his own existence.
Summer Thorne was in a daze from start to finish.
