"Where are you planning to travel this time?"
"Haven't decided yet," Jack Stewart smiled casually. "I'll just go wherever my feet take me."
That's how he spent the past year. Occasionally, his destinations were chosen to follow her footsteps, like chasing stars in the sky.
Unreachable, but visible.
Still, that's not too bad—at least it provided a direction, not complete aimlessness.
"So you're off wandering again?" Hannah tried to tease him as she had before, but somehow her voice lacked its usual lightness.
It was reluctance.
Six years of knowing each other. The highest highs and lowest lows—they always had each other by their sides.
Jack Stewart looked away, avoiding her eyes, pulling the corners of his mouth into a forced smile. "Yeah," he said, pretending to be carefree. "Wandering, alone, with no real plans."
"Didn't you say you still have a dog?"
Jack Stewart turned to look at her face. "Yeah, there's still a dog."
That was enough.
