Barrett always felt that the Zoe of today was like a kite in his hand, its string about to break.

Her emotions, her gaze, they had already started to drift away from him.

Often, he felt that even though Zoe was right beside him, when she looked up at him, he could no longer find the way she used to look at him in her eyes.

When she looked at him, it seemed her eyes no longer held his reflection.

He thought it might just be a habit, Zoe was like his possession, insignificant whether kept or not, but to actually lose or discard her seemed somewhat regrettable.

Could it...