Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 995

Chapter 995

After saying hi to Fabian, Henson hoofed it upstairs. He didn’t head to his own room, but went to the third floor.

When he knocked and entered, the living room was lit by a single standing lamp.

Jonathan was lounging on the couch, his tall body casting a faint shadow on the dimly lit carpet.

Hearing the noise, Jonathan looked over, his face hard to read, his voice gruff and deep, “Did I wake you?”

Henson walked over, looking at the ashtray full of cigarette butts, he frowned and said, “How many smokes did you burn through?”

Jonathan got up and went to the French windows, pushing them open. A damp breeze immediately diffused the smoky smell in the room.

As Jonathan rose, Henson spotted a photo face down on the couch. Just as his curiosity was piqued, Jonathan turned back around.

Henson took a seat opposite him and said, “Uncle, your wounds have just healed, you should cut back on the smokes.”

Jonathan nodded, “I know.”

“Do you still dig Ms. Macclain?” Henson suddenly asked.

Jonathan laughed, “Do you know what it means to dig someone?”

“Of course I do. Digging someone means wanting to see her every day, wanting to be with her every day,” Henson explained.

Jonathan said, “Do you have a little lady you’re sweet on?”

Henson immediately retorted, “I’m still a kid. My main gig is studying!”

Jonathan chuckled, “You’re quite mature for your age.”

Henson leaned forward, “Uncle, if you still dig Estelle, you should go win her back!”

Jonathan slowly said, “She doesn’t dig me anymore.”

Henson yawned and stood up, “Uncle, you should also go to bed soon!”

“Uh-huh!”

“Night!”

Henson headed out, but after a few steps he turned back and said, “Don’t forget to take your meds!”

“I know!” Jonathan gave a slight smile in response.

After Henson shut the door behind him, the only sound left was the patter of rain coming in from the window. With an inexplicable sense of emptiness in his heart, Jonathan could not help but light up another cigarette.

He picked up the photo next to him and stared at it for a long time. She walked out of the darkness, but dragged him into it. What was he supposed to do?