A personality-wreck of a man threw a fit, grumbling that a punk with nothing to recommend except his face was getting on his nerves.
What… what kind of rotten consolation is that?
Timothy was briefly dumbfounded by the empathy-starved, my-pace attitude.
Soon his shoulders began to shake.
“Hahaha.” The laughter burst out, irresistible.
“Can’t beat you. You’re really the best.”
“Have you lost it? Cracking up all by yourself and suddenly switching to alphabets and going off the rails…”
“But Jioh, you’re right.”
“I have to overcome it.”
Whether it was a trace of tears or a trace of laughter, he couldn’t tell.
Moisture quivered on his lashes. And as if the sun outside New York had fully set, dusk light sparkled in Timothy’s eyes.
“Besides him, I’ve still got… really, really many people. So many people who stay by my side for my sake.”
Beside the spot where the old friend’s frame had…