These days, except for Moriah, hardly anyone came to visit Billy. Although it was quiet, he felt lonely.
The visit of Natalie was opportune. He felt warm and comfortable.
At the same time, Sherman had fallen asleep with the heating on. The lights in the living room were still on. Kingsley hadn't gone to bed. There was a laptop in front of him. He was typing.
He searched for some information online. After a while, he smiled and narrowed his eyes.
Then he stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. The moonlight was bright and cast soft shadows. It was beautiful.
His angular face creased into a smile. His smile was s o bright against the moonlight.
Suddenly, he wanted to smoke. When he touched the cigarette case in his pants pocket, he thought of something and let off his hand. He didn't smoke in the end.
He stood in front of the windows for a long time. It might be half an hour, one hour or two hours. He was like a sculpture. No one knew what he was thinking...
He touched his pockets. Then he smiled again. This
time he couldn't help but laugh out slightly.
At night, his low laughter was incongruous in the quiet room, but it was charming.
At first, he stroked his chin. Then he patted his thighs gently and rhythmically. When he felt extremely happy, he would be like that...
He was a mature man and in his mid-thirties. He had experienced a lot and felt the pains and joys.
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