Chapter 11: The Road of Tears
Night had fallen over the city but Jin was at hospital.
His hands tightly clasped around Annabelle’s, stared at her face, his uneven breathing mingling with her faint and irregular breaths.
She looked more peaceful than in previous days, but the pallor of her skin remained unsettling.
He could still feel the warmth in her body, and yet, something cold lingered in her gaze—an absence that stirred a deep, gnawing anxiety inside him.
Ginny sat curled up in a corner of the room.
Her eyes, full of worry, kept darting toward Jin, but she said nothing.
Se didn’t need to. Jin already knew what he wanted to say.
Her master clenched his jaw. That old companion—rage—was rising again.
— "You know..." he finally said, voice hoarse with emotion. "You remind me of someone."
Annabelle, as always, gave no answer. But that silence, pulled something from deep inside him.
A memory he thought he’d buried beneath layers of fury, but which always came crawling back when he least expected.