[XXIV]

Zac's room's door was still closed. He showed no signs of coming out.

Even though Hazel was sure he would have locked it from inside, she twisted the handle. Surprisingly, it wasn't locked! She then peeped inside, trying to see what Zac was doing.

It was already evening and the sky was dim, making the room extremely dark. Zac was standing in front of the window, motionless, like a lifeless thing. The night wind blew inside through the window, swaying the curtains. However, Zac stood firm on the ground, unperturbed by the wild wind. Nothing could arouse his reaction because his heart was in a much worse condition.

Although his face was hidden from her view, she could imagine the gloom that would be etched on his face. Her presence didn't bring any reaction from him either.

She cut an orange into pieces and sneaked inside.

"Zac, I'm back. Would you like to have some oranges?"

But he turned a deaf ear to her.

"This orange is so sweet and