CHAPTER 55

• "It's not your fault." Hope whispered out as she watched his eyes lock at the ground instead. He wasn't crying, instead, he had a very deep sad expression that quickly changed to confusion as he batted his eyes, trying to drive away the sleep once more. "There was no way escaping it."
• "Yeah, even if you try to say things like that, it's still my fault." He chuckled out, glancing up at him. "I pretended to be fine for a while, mostly because I thought I felt her still walking around me as always. Then when it hit me that she's actually gone was after a long time. I kept imagining her that when my parents had to stop me from hallucinating, I got really... I don't know... I felt like I lost a part of me. But I remained the way I was not to worry everyone. I pretended to be alright. I haven't gotten used to it right now. I keep thinking about her..." He sighed out and glanced up at Hope. "I'm annoying to you like she was to me. It might not have any effect on you as it did to me, but I might killed or die sooner or later and even though this ridiculously annoying, you'll still think back and say.... 'There was this annoying man... Harley, he followed me everywhere... Never supported me and'.... You know, not that I'm saying this I don't think you'd want to remember-"
• "Why are you saying all this?" Hope asked, clenching her fists as she glared at him. Feeling her throat ache from just his words alone. "Why are you saying all this as though you're going to die soon!?"