I was catching my breath after I stormed off from the ward. I ran like crazy, not even sparing a glance at Norman’s calls. It was stupid, I know. I was being unreasonable. I don’t even have a proper explanation for why I’m behaving like that. However, part of me felt unjust about the whole situation.
Grandpa has the right to leave his last message for anyone he likes, but it wasn’t fair that Norman received it, and not me. I’m his granddaughter, so why him? I was right next to him, he could have said more to me, but he didn’t. This was petty and immature, and I hate myself for feeling this way, but I can’t help it.
The outside air was cold. It was natural, the cold season had already started. I pressed my palms against my cheeks, and true enough, they were freezing. I felt a shiver run d
