She loved him, he knew it all along.
Every word of hers touched him, he picked up her cold hand and held it tightly.
He continued driving, looking in front as the neon lights shone across his face, littering it with color.
Though he had been surrounded by such bustle all these years, it never once belonged to him and he was never obsessed over it.
He had gone through so much all these years, overcoming so many obstacles but he was still alone. He was still that man who picked up his backpack, leaving his hometown to work hard in the city.
