NovelFastChapter 449 The Best Choice He glanced at his own pale wrist, a flicker of sorrow passing through his eyes.
He was beginning to hate this frail version of himself.
Just when he thought he was getting better, everything collapsed again.
His body, probably wasn't going to recover anymore.
Dalton sank into a deep well of despair, his heart slowly sinking with it.
840 +8 Pearls He could barely manage to stay afloat himself-he didn't have the strength or capacity to worry about Winston too.
He didn't even know how much longer he had to live.
Going back to school had been his own stubborn idea from the beginning.
Now that his condition had worsened, his parents would never let him return.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe would go back to that life again.
Long, dull, and lonely days of treatment.
Winston wanted to be friends again- But someone like him would only be a burden.
If he didn't make it....
At least this way, Winston wouldn't be too heartbroken.
He didn't want any more emotional attachments-not with his parents, not with friends, not with anyone.
The more ties he had, the harder it would be to say goodbye when the tcame.
Dalton was truly pessimistic now- He didn't believe his illness could be cured.
Even keeping it stable was starting to feel like a losing battle.
Lately, a creeping sense of "not much tleft" kept washing over him..
But whenever he played games with Winston, it was one of the rare moments he felt at ease.
Even if he got tired easily, he could forget everything- In Veilthorn, he could focus gworld. pletely on the Winston rarely said much, but whenever Dalton was really struggling, he would quietly offer comfort. Dalton had always known-Winston wasn't completely cold.
If he wanted to, that guy could be a good kid.
09:19 Wed, 11 Jun wed, 113 Chapter 449 The Best Choice It was just... they really weren't meant to be friends anymore.
Dalton didn't want to let the darkness swallowing him now affect anyone else. Not even Winston. Keeping his distance was the best choice.
He closed his c and let a faint smile curl at the corner of his lips.
Even so, getting back in touch today and talking to Winston for a little while- He felt happy.
In the endless gray and white of his world, a few bright colors had flickered through.
841 45 Pearls Winston still sat on the couch.
His phone was off to the side. He sat hunched forward, eyes half-shut, like a statue carved out of silence.
Then-his phone buzzed with a message.
His shoulders flinched, eyes snapping open.
He turned his head and glanced at the screen- Jean's nflashed across it.
Winston immediately opened WhatsApp.
Jean: "Well? How did it go?" Jean: "Did you talk to Dalton?" Winston stared at the screen for a long while before finally starting to type.
Winston: "Yeah, we talked." Jean: "And?" Jean: "Judging from your tone, you sound kinda down."
Winston tugged the corner of his lips upward, but his face remained blank and detached. -He lowered his head and typed.
Winston: "We talked a lot. Went over the whole misunderstanding. But he didn't forgive me. Doesn't plan to make peace with the past either." He told her everything plainly-no sugarcoating, no hiding.
Jean stared at the screen, her eyes tightening agreply. Slightly She quickly typed reply.. Send Gifts 1.3K
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