𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚 · 𝙗𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙜

chapter 8

The kitchen echoes silent when Henry is stopped by the girl's burning palm hitting his cheek. It's something which may or may have not made his poor heart break a little more.

And that made him as silent as the room. Uncomfortably silent. So much you could almost feel the absolute regret that painfully stung her chest. Almost, but sure as hell could you see it in her eyes.

"Henry, I-" Now her heart was broken too. Henry had, surprisingly, not flied into rampage. Instead, all he did was point to the door and say only one phrase.

"Just get out."

Nancy doesn't talk when she looks down, turns around and walks out the door without a tear to shed.

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It's late when she walks home. Even in June month, nights like these were still surrounded by only dark colors.

It's a long way for Nancy to walk home. I guess it was stupid to walk to his place, after all. He'll most likely get trouble for breaking all those things and punching those holes in the wall too.

She sighs at the distance of the road. If only she'd had a chance to call Belch and tell him to pick her up. But he was probably already asleep, judging by the time of day.

But then she heard the scream ...