143 — Be with me.

I feel a chill in my stomach, but the words simply disappear from my tongue. My mouth is bitter, my throat tight. And even if I take a step and stretch out my hand to reach him, I can’t... Desmond is too far away, and my body doesn’t seem to obey.

“The Lumiere... it’s a restaurant, right?” His voice doesn’t sound angry... in fact, he seems genuinely curious about it.

Still, a drop of sweat trickl