Joseph just comforted them with simple words. As he was about to leave, he looked at Irish, and Irish shot a glance at him with her lips closed tightly. Her desperate expression made him ache. Getting out of the hospital, he got in the car and sent a text message to Irish: Have a good sleep.
Irish soon answered him with an okay.
The neon lights made the whole of Broadway Street shine brilliantly as many cars drove down the road. The darker the night was, the more lonely people became. Outside the window, the buildings shot backward one after another. Gripping his phone, he leaned against the back seat tiredly and closed his eyes. However, Irish's expression as he left the hospital and her response over the phone lingered in his mind.
On this lonely night, he could imagine how lonely she would be without him beside her. Although he was in the car, his mind still stayed in the hospital. If possible, he would rather stay beside her and ease her desperate feelings.
