Henry felt that blood had been drained out of his body right after he had a call with his mother.
He crouched and looked down as he felt defeated.
He looked at his phone screen as he got another text from his mother, reminding him that his father would be angry if he didn't come.
And right after he read the text, he stared at his phone wallpaper. It was a picture of Kate looking serene as she stared at the sunset.
Her face was exquisite, her eyes were brighter than the golden sunset, and her red hair swayed as it got caressed by the wind.
He had a mocking scoff, but not for his beloved.
He was scoffing and mocking himself for being an absolutely pathetic man.
"Ah, this sucks," Henry muttered. "You are the only one I want to protect, but why can't I do the bare minimum for you? Why am I such a loser?"
