'What's the point of this now?'
'You're over. She's getting married!'
When this thought occurred, Leona Grant suddenly wanted to laugh.
In the end, the only thing he could do for her was to stay out of her way.
He stood frozen, unsure of what expression to wear as he held the invitation. All he felt was his heart hollowing out once more.
It was an emptiness that seemed to rip out his very soul along with his heartbeat, as if all his organs were failing.
Leona Grant stood like that all night.
His mind was a complete blank.
He felt that he had already died that night.
...
The next day, Leona Grant went back to being the normal Leona Grant.
He wasn't disruptive, he didn't lose his temper, and he barely even spoke.
He stopped working himself to the bone. He clocked in and out on time, ate his meals regularly, didn't drink, and didn't smoke. He just never smiled anymore.
He exuded an air of indifference, as if he had sealed himself away in his own world.
