章 53: (ACT 05) The calm before the storm

“It’s a paradox of progress: the better things get, the more anxious and desperate we all seem to feel.”

—Mark Manson

. . .

Winters clenched her jaw. “Nothing, really. I was just thinking, is all,” she finally grounded out. “…of what might happen to you when I leave.”

When. Not if… so she really was only here, with him, on borrowed time (probably to indulge him or herself). And Alastor wasn’t so sure if he should be appeased or be dismayed by her answer. To be fair, with Winters, he couldn’t be just so sure about anything.

At least she’d been honest about that.

A dry laugh escaped him, “So, you are going to leave, huh?”

“Of course,” she didn’t even waver, not even an ounce of hesitation at the idea of having to be away from him.