Eight

Marcus walked out of the room hurriedly, he scanned the club, his eyes scouring the crowd.

He stumbled downstairs faster with his heart beating so fast against his chest when he saw the familiar figure.

Marcus grabbed the lady’s hand, but soon with a disappointed look on his face.

That was not the one he was expecting to see.

Marcus closed his eyes and opened them with a deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized before he buried his face into his hands with a crushing sense of powerlessness.

He should have given up a long time ago. How could he still expect she would come back to the city after she left in despair?

“Watch out!” He heard a voice shrieking behind him.

Marcus immediately turned around. He was shocked to see the person he was looking for in front of him.

Lilian?

‘Could it be that I am hallucinating again?’ He thought.

Marcus just stood there and stared at her thoroughly, but she didn't disappear as it always did.

Marcus's eyes locked onto Lilian's, and for an instant, time