Since I talked to Harry last time, he had not appeared before me again.
I originally thought that we would be like two parallel lines that would never intersect, never to meet again.
However, this time was different. It was not about holding on but about saying goodbye.
Today, I finished work early and happened to get the coffee that Ronan said he wanted me to treat him to last time.
So when Harry came to the company, he did not see me.
After finishing coffee with Ronan, he walked me back downstairs.
I did not expect to run into Harry at my front door.
At that moment, he was kneeling at the entrance, looking completely disheveled.
Having not seen him for a few days, his dark circles were more pronounced, and he looked quite tired.
When Harry saw me, a flash of joy crossed his eyes.
But in the next moment, his gaze fell on Ronan, who was escorting me home.
The joy in his eyes was quickly replaced by sadness.
I had intended to pretend I didn’t see him and just walk on.
No matter how Harry called my name this time, I did not turn back.
“Hailey, I’m sorry. I was wrong.
When Harry said this, I turned to look at him.
