Ava Clark stood in front of the sensor-controlled doors, watching a man and a woman getting smaller in the fierce cold wind. Her eyes looked like ashes, devoid of any sparkle or life.
She recalled the scene she had just witnessed from afar, the man's meticulous care for the girl, so detailed and so obvious. Even from a distance, she seemed to taste something called happiness.
After a while, she turned her head to look at Gabriel Nelson beside her, who was equally disheartened. A touch of sarcasm suddenly burst from his defeated eyes.
"Amelia Clarke choosing not to look back might be the right choice; compared to that man, you fall far short."
Gabriel Nelson remained silent, unexpectedly calm inside; even his pain was almost imperceptible, feeling unreal.
Ava wrapped herself in a thick military coat and wore a gray-black knitted hat, with no strands of hair peeking out from the brim. Her steps trembled as she walked, resembling an old man in a decayed state.
