“Henry…?” Silence. No response.
“I…” His voice caught. “I know I messed up.”
Still nothing.
Hans stood there for a moment. Not knowing if Henry was asleep. Not knowing anything.
Only that no reply came. And that there was nothing left for him here.
Hans blinked, once. Harder than he meant to. He exhaled — heavy, quiet. And left. Further – Part VI: Shape of Distance









