"Heliot, I wish that there will be a day when you smile for no reason, feel sad for an unknown reason, get angry in someone else stead, and feel fear with just a mere thought of losing something important. I hope there will be a day you feel alive."
For the past eight months, Heliot had been an excellent ally and a friend. I knew Heliot would kill me, not because he hated me. He would kill me because it was necessary — no more, no less. There was no reason for me to live that long without Sam. That was why I agreed. Now, it made me wonder if I tell Heliot I changed my mind, would he let me go?
"Feel alive...?" Heliot let out a low chuckle as if he found my words silly. I couldn't blame him if that was what he thought; my words being silly because they were silly.
"You always say unexpected things," he said, letting out a sharp exhale before sipping from his wine. "But it feels... nice, strangely."
"It's not strange. We're friends, aren't we?"
