Chapter 135
Behind The Spotlight Chapter 135
Collin was holding a flower gently in his hands, the petals trembling slightly as he walked through the cemetery. His solemn expression carried a heavy weight.
He hadn't attended on the exact day of his friend's, Vale Ashford's, death anniversary because he couldn't bear to face his family. He simply couldn't bring himself to look at them or at his friend's other mourners, afraid that his guilt would spill over.
No one had ever blamed Collin for what happened, yet he blamed himself. At that time, he told his friend that doing it might not be worth it, and he had meant every word. He tried to convince him that it was wrong, but his words weren't strong enough, not forceful enough to stop him. He regretted not being more persistent, replaying the scene in his head countless times. If he had known the consequences, he would have punched him in the stomach right in front of the old hag, made him faint if he had to, and carried him out of that casting couch, even if it meant fighting against dozens of bodyguards.
He blamed himself for not seeing the signs that his friend's spirit was being crushed quietly, unnoticed by everyone, until Vale's will to live broke bit by bit.
When he reached the grave, he found another man sitting beside it, staring blankly into the horizon while chugging a bottle of cheap alcohol.
"David... what a coincidence." Collin weakly chuckled, though the sound was hollow.
"Collin, is that you? Haha, look at you now. You seem to be doing fine. I heard you became an agent. Are you sure you can do it?" David's voice carried both nostalgia and disbelief.
"..." Collin didn't answer. He placed the flower in front of the gravestone.