If she never came back… that meant he would never see her again. Not ever.
"No… no, that's impossible! She can't just… never come back!"
Morrison refused to believe Lilian could be so final, so resolute. She was gentle, kind-hearted—she wouldn't make a decision so merciless.
"It's what she said herself," Dave's voice cut through his thoughts, calm and unyielding, before he fell in step with Laurent and walked away.
Morrison suddenly felt a flicker of relief. Relief that at least Laurent hadn't vanished somewhere unreachable, allowing him the chance—albeit slim—to express his heart in time, to try and make things right.
He stood alone in the cavernous airport terminal, the emptiness around him amplifying the chaos inside.
Always proud. Always suave. Always believing that only women could not live without him.
But now… now he felt like he could not live at all.
Because she was gone.
Gone from his life. Gone from his world.
