Yet he truly didn't know how to start the conversation with her.
He was utterly exhausted and disheartened; Amanda Smith's suicide attempt was not only hurting herself but also him.
Everything was his fault, he couldn't blame anyone else, nor could he find any psychological comfort. The most painful thing wasn't walking toward hell but realizing you were already in it. Every time he thought things had reached their worst, reality would show him there was still worse to come.
It was the same with their feelings.
He closed his tired eyes briefly, then stood up from the chair, looked up at her retreating figure, but made no sound.
Both were silent.
Between them, there was nothing left to say.
Worse than strangers.
Samuel Johnson's heart tightened slowly, his face turned pale, and finally, he turned his head away and walked towards the door.