Avery Jane hoped they would all disappear immediately.
Fear, helplessness, self-blame, despair—every distinct emotion mixed together, long eyelashes trembling like the powerless wings of a butterfly drenched in rain, flapping with a hint of melancholy, making anyone who saw her feel a pang of tenderness.
So earnest in her desire to accomplish something, yet meeting obstacles everywhere.
She was truly exhausted and despairing, but at this moment, even if someone resembling Wenyard Cooper showed concern for her, that concern was not what she wanted. That person was not Wenyard, so it meant nothing.
Sometimes people are just strange like that; if the feeling is off, no matter how much is given, it's all in vain.
Just like Brian Yates.
International Airport
People came and went, each hurrying on their own, and no one noticed that small figure appearing like a wisp of white ghost, quiet to the point of seeming to lack breath itself.
Departure.
