It had been four months since he last saw her, and she had grown thinner. Women often got fat for eating too much, whereas Jane was slim to the point that Alex could see the frail capillaries on the bridge of her nose. There were a few freckles on her face, but they didn't affect her beauty in the slightest. To say that she was beautiful would have been an understatement. More precisely speaking, she was happy. She was beaming and her sweet smile showed just how fulfilled and content she felt. But her clothes...
Alex could not bear to look at the clothes that she was wearing. Jane was not short in her height, but her feet were relatively small and fitted only heels at size 36.5. And now, she sat on the stairs of the bridge and the first thing that caught Alex's attention were the oversized shoes that she was wearing. It was a pair of black tarpaulin male workers' boots with stitches layered on both sides of the shoes. The stitches were subtle but Alex had great eyesight since he was young, and therefore was able to conclude with just one look that the shoes Jane was wearing had been torn and fixed from the inside before, so one could only see the threads from the outside, which were not obvious.
The shoes that were fixed were in the size of 40 and made Jane's feet look as though they were swollen. She tied the shoelaces tightly to prevent them from slipping off, which emphasized the fact that she was
wearing shoes that were enormous for her tiny feet. It looked hideous and awkward, but at the same time, heart-wrenching. Alex's eyes traveled upward from her feet and noticed that Jane was wearing a pair of old cotton pants with flower patterns.
'Oh, God!' he thought. That type of cotton pants were often found only in local markets in remote villages, which cost no more than twenty for a pair. Most people who would buy this type of pants were elder women, which seemed out of place when worn by Jane. Luckily, the sweater she wore was slightly better -looking. It was a medium length cotton top in a copper-red color with a hoodie that came with it. The hood had white fur sewed to the edge that cupped her face, which had visually made Jane's face look even smaller despite her outfit. She did not wear any makeup, but her skin and lips were extremely pale.
Alex's heart ached at the current state Jane was in. His heart was heavy with emotions and bitterness.
Behind him, Andrew asked, "Master, should we act now?"
"Later," Alex said.
On his way here, Alex had been anxious and desperate; he even urged Andrew countless times to hurry. Upon arrival, he could not stand to delay any further and took over to drive himself as Andrew was exhausted from driving. All that just to see Jane as soon as possible; to hold the woman who had gone missing for the past three months in his arms.
However, once he was there, he stopped at the sight of the content smile on her face. He had not a clue as to how he could possibly get in between a couple like that.
Under the bridge, two star-crossed lovers lean against one another, sharing the same plate of food. Their meal was the simplest thing, with nothing but potato and vegetables, but the two shared bites with one spoon among them and were both incredibly happy with it. Alex thought back to when Jane used to feed him with a spoon in her hand the exact same way; the only difference was that he was leaning on the couch while Jane spoon-fed him, one bite after another. She did not eat, nor did she rush to put the plates away after he was done. Instead, she circled back to stand behind the couch with her fingers buried deep into his hair to massage his head for him.
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