The man's black car sped through the highway under the dead silence of the night. It was 03:00 AM marking the start of the witching hour. A thick layer of darkness had long descended upon the city, leaving only the street lights to guide the night owls and those who were lost. Soon, he pulled the brake at the red light.
James stared blankly at the glaring color piercing his eyes. Though blinding, the man seemed unaffected, lost in thought as he waited for the countdown to end. His mind kept drifting back to the incident at the hospital just moments ago.
He should have scolded Kyra, made her realize her mistakes. But instead, she had effortlessly silenced him.
"Will we keep hurting each other? That depends on your next decision," Kyra had said firmly.