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.

bodyguards, warning them not to say a word about what happened that

Dalton had sat outside with him like a fool through the whole

guy named Winston

said quietly in the early morning, turning his head to

eyes were like cold moonlight, filled with

you?” Dalton

he answered calmly. “But I was worried

lips together and said nothing more; he

cool and indifferent. “I’m

lit up

a trace of irony, “Where else can I

than home now…”

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

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

Winston didn’t refuse.

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to the Ginger family’s house

to this point, Jean

her lips together, unsure what

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