Later, someone asked Harrison, "Do you regret it?"
Harrison shook his head, holding a glass of wine.
"Why?"
He smiled. "Because that's just who I am."
He habitually wore a mask of devotion, but the love he could truly offer was far less than what he showed.
Maybe he really did love Sarah, which was why he had fallen into such deep emotional turmoil before the engagement.
But what was he supposed to do about it?
All he could do was let himself sink into that kind of mood for a while.
When Sarah had the accident, he went to see her at the hospital once.
The once spirited girl had withered away; her pupils were jet-black, like a porcelain doll.
He wondered, what could he do?
He didn't know how to coax people, nor how to take care of them.
In the past, he might have had someone buy
