Winston bit down hard on his lip; tears kept streaming from his eyes, falling onto his arm.

He seemed determined not to make a sound–his jaw clenched tightly, his silence unbroken.

If Dalton hadn’t looked down, he probably wouldn’t have noticed that Winston’s face was soaked with

tears.

He could feel the grief radiating from Winston’s body;

It was thick, heavy in the air, dragging his own mood down with it. Dalton stopped talking; suddenly, he didn’t want to ask anything anymore.

He didn’t want to ask what Winston had gone through, or why he was crying.

He just sat quietly beside him–just stayed there.

Pretending not to notice he was crying.

In the end, Dalton sat with Winston in that park all night long.

From evening until morning.

He called his parents himself and said he’d be sleeping over at an old friend’s place; that was how he covered it up. Of course, he’d already arranged things with the friend.

warning them not to say a word

with him like a fool through

distant guy named Winston

home,” Winston said quietly in the early morning, turning his head

eyes were like cold moonlight, filled with a sharp, icy

about you?” Dalton softly

go home,” he answered calmly. “But I was worried about you… That’s why I stayed

pressed his thin lips together and said nothing more; he stared into Dalton’s eyes, deep

again, cool

lit

added, almost with a trace of

than home now…”

let out a sigh of relief; he smiled and said,

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Sat with

can’t make sure you really get back, I won’t be able to

Winston didn’t refuse.

80%

9 Pearls

to the Ginger family’s house before he finally left

to this point, Jean fell

together, unsure

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