A pick-up truck drove into a street with rows of two-storey buildings, all made of blocks with traditional box windows and gable roofing.
All of them had bright colours with small staircases leading to the doors.
Sitting at the back of the truck, Godfrey took in the scenery of paradise once more but all of this serenity gave him no sense of security and peace as it once did.
Rather, he felt sick.
"Thank you." Godfrey said calmly to Isaac who drove and Lucy sitting beside the driver’s seat. As he stepped out and closed the door, Lucy looked at Isaac with concern.
Both of them found it hard to connect with Godfrey. His eyes barely showed much and were kind of unsettling.
He had returned but was more distant than ever.
"Godfrey!" Lucy rushed out of the vehicle. Godfrey turned and she embraced him, hiding her face in his chest.
Godfrey looked down at her for a moment, then at Isaac who stepped out of the car, his lips pressed into a thin line.
"I know you don’t really feel like speaking to us. But try to smile." Lucy boldly tilted her head to face him.
"Your mother has been worried and your dad is back."
"Do you know how Isolde died?" Godfrey asked, his Black-Out eyes forcing Lucy to recoil.
Snow was with Isolde, they had appeared on the news earlier with a united front and in the next he killed her. That was what Lucy knew.
"I...I—!" Lucy couldn’t formulate a sentence as Godfrey walked away.
Isaac held her shoulder with one hand. "He’s still grieving."
"It’s different. It felt like he was forcefully trying to be cold even when he would have loved to smile at his friends." Lucy bit her lower lip.
Isaac’s eyes narrowed as he watched Godfrey walk away. He was so far away now, Isaac remembered when Godfrey dropped his bag to fight those bullies.
They were a bit close back then but now... did the difference in strength separate them? Percival had also left for a different world, apparently the world of his summon. It was shocking news when he revealed that he had the ability to venture into the world of his summons like a native.
Unfortunately, none of them could follow as that was a world filled completely with water, and they were not certain about any possible landmass.
Isolde was dead, Godfrey was broken, Percival had left Earth. Why did it feel like it was only him and Lucy now?
Godfrey was their king, he was supposed to keep them together. Did... did he fail?
Isaac shut his eyes. No... he couldn’t think that way. If it were him in Godfrey’s place, all that would have been was carnage.
"Let’s go."
Even after they left, Godfrey stood silently. He had spent the past few days with Snow, discussed every possible reaction or means to control himself.
Snow came to a conclusion that he would surely explode and shouldn’t go. Truthfully, these few days made him know Snow even more. Apparently the side of him he knew in school was just a fraction of his character.
He was quite... chatty, blunt and skeptical.
Finally gathering his resolve, Godfrey knocked and he heard a man’s voice.
"Don’t worry, I’ll get it."
His eyes gleamed.
Ronald opened the door, their eyes met. Ronald’s eyes widened with shock while Godfrey’s own hardened.
He looked at this clean-shaven man with golden hair like his. He looked quite handsome for his age but was he... uneasy?

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