414 Aren't You Happy?

Valentine nodded and ended the call. His hands dropped to the side, and he lifted his head to stare at the sky. Patiently, he waited for Olive. From the looks of it, the sun would rise soon.

The rustling sound behind Valentine snapped him out of the daze he'd been in for long minutes now. He slowly turned around to see Olive, who'd retracted his wings.

"Val…" Olive took a step towards him, immediately pulling him into his arms and hugging him. "You scared me. Why would you leave without telling me? What are you doing up here? And what happened to your wings? What have you done to—"

"Olive…" Valentine wrapped his arms around him, embracing him. He buried his face in his chest, inhaling his scent. "You shouldn't have come," he mumbled.

"What do you mean?" Olive was gently caressing his hair, hoping to calm him down. "Why wouldn't I have come?"

"I was going to kill myself." Valentine sobbed.