Norris Moore gently bit his lower lip, looking at Aria Lulu, who was held in Rufus Swallow's arms. For some reason, at that moment, he faintly felt an illusion that Aria Lulu hated him.
Somewhere inside his heart felt like it had a hole pierced through it, deeply struck by the innocent words of the deeply loved Norris Moore.
He shouldn't be jealous of Norris Moore, shouldn't compare himself to Norris Moore, but he always felt that no matter how nice Rufus was to him, it wasn't the same as how he was with Norris Moore.
He said he would make amends, but it was irreplaceable; he could never love him the way he loved Norris Moore.
That cautious, even unspeakable admiration would never be possible again.
He could never reach his heights in Rufus's eyes.
With such a thought surfacing, he felt unbearably desperate.
There was no going back; he couldn't feel warmth and happiness just by looking at him anymore; he couldn't love this man the way he used to.
