Chapter 68
My hands felt idle.
Looking at Colton, who sat across from me smoking a cigar, brought back memories of times when I used to sit face-to-face with him, sharing cigars like this. Cigars were something Kyle had enjoyed quite a bit too. They evoked that old nostalgia, so whenever I received a box from Colton, I would leisurely share them with my comrades.
That old time?
Was there a time before I met Colton? As I tried to recall, my head started aching again. I let out a soft sigh and gave up on grasping at memories that wouldn't surface.
Instead, I lowered my eyes halfway and greeted him.
"Long time no see. Nice to see you."
Your face, at least.
"Seeing a familiar face again feels strange. Just a few months ago, I didn't even know who I was."
"And now?"