Angeline approached with the intent to console Josephine, only to watch the unease grow as the other's eyes fell on her.
Both Zayne and Josephine's expressions were one of pity and worry, making Angeline feel uncomfortable.
"Where's your brother?” she asked.
Josephine opened her mouth, only to be muffled by Zayne’s hand as if his life depended on it.
The blood drained from Angeline’s face, leaving her like a single-winged moth that was unable to spread its wings and fly, destined to wither away.
"Where's your brother?" Angeline asked again, her voice too low to hear the anger within.
Josephine struggled out of Zayne’s grasp.
However, Zayne only tightened his arms in response. Like a ruthless executioner, Zayne showed no hits of letting go until Josephine breathed her last breath.
Slowly, Angeline stood. Her eyes fell on the flames before them.
Without notice, she ran toward the fire.
Zayne and the rest felt their hearts jump. They only relaxed slightly when Grayson quickly dashed after Angeline to hold her back.
"Please, Ms. President. I'm so sorry for your loss." Grayson sobbed.
The word 'loss' echoed like a death knell in Angeline's mind, driving her mad.
"I want to look for him. Let me go! He's not leaving without me."
Both Zayne and Josephine quickly rushed forward to comfort Angeline when they saw her outburst.
Zayne spoke, "He couldn't let you go no matter how hard he tried, Angeline. So for him, you have to live well."
Angeline was too far broken to heed his words.
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