The Past Is Like The Wind
She looked at Sean with concern and said with a quiver, “Sean, what happened to your face? Does it hurt?”
He ignored her and stared at my hand, which was tightly holding Wesley’s.
Wesley noticed and proudly showed Sean our joined hands.
“Are you here to check on me?” Sean asked. His voice sounded tense but hopeful.
I sneered. “Don’t flatter yourself. You’re a stranger to me now. I won’t care even if you die.”
Following my response, Sean looked defeated.
He lowered his head with a bitter smile and walked away with Josie.
As I watched them leave, Wesley said, “If you still care about him, you can go after him.”