Leonard.
I got into the ward with Lurgard beside me, the quiet sound of our steps fading as we entered. The moment my eyes settled inside, I saw Lawrence standing close to Theresa, speaking in an attempt to make her laugh. His tone was light, almost playful, but it was obvious that it wasn't working at all. Theresa's expression remained distant, unchanged, as though his words were reaching her but not touching her.
"Silly him!" I muttered under my breath, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
I stood there for a second, watching the scene unfold, a tight feeling forming in my chest.
Didn't he realize?
Didn't he see that Theresa was no longer the same person she was six years ago?
How could he possibly think she would respond to something like that now, or see it as a joke?
It felt misplaced, almost painful to watch.
I missed the old us.
That thought settled heavily in my mind, lingering like a wound that refused to close.
