Ryan's eyes had lost their brightness long before, but today, they even lost the little trace of light that had remained.
Arwen's resoluteness not just hurt him —it broke him.
He knew he had only himself to blame. He had lost her because of the choices he made.
But still … somewhere deep inside, he wished he could turn the things back.
He craved to have a chance to make things right …
"Mr. Foster," Emyr's voice came from the side, snapping Ryan out of his spiralling thoughts. He gestured toward the door, polite but firm. "Please!"
Ryan stared at him for a moment before his fingers curled into fists at his sides. He didn't say a word.
Without a backward glance, he turned and walked to the door.
But just as he reached it, Arwen's voice rang out again, "I hope this is the last time you dared to overstep your place."
He paused.
