Avond stood from where he sat so that he could face Wouter at eye level. He lifted his hand to take the letter, but Wouter stepped back, holding it close as if it were a piece of Jade left behind. And perhaps, in some way, it was. A piece of how she had felt all this time.
"I understand you're heartbroken. But try to see it from where she stood. Maybe she really just wanted a clean slate. You would've stood in the way of that," Avond tried. There was fatigue in his voice, as if the world had started to weigh heavier. The truth was, Wouter wasn't the only one who relied on Jade to lift their spirits. Avond did too.
If anything wasn't right or didn't go according to plan, it was always Jade who made them feel maybe it wasn't as bad as they thought. Maybe it was even better. And then they moved on with something nice to eat. Now she was gone. And just like that, their steady, constant light vanished along with her.
