Farewell

The last thing Hazel saw when the stone door was closed was that Kayden was slowly lying on the bed. In an instant, an immeasurable feeling of sadness surged inside her. The feeling was produced because of Kayden. He not only gave the young prince an ending, but this time, he also created an ending for himself. At this moment, Kayden took out a strand of hair that he stole from that night. The hair symbolized the time they spent together. It was short and sweet, but it never belonged to him. A faint smile appeared on his face as he stared at the hair. This was also the final memento Hazel had left for him. Gently, he curled the strand of hair on his finger just like he was forming a ring. There was no wedding hall nor a bride. It was only him and the black hair wrapped around his finger. Gradually, Kayden felt his vision getting blurrier and blurrier, and it felt as if he was slowly falling into the abyss of hell. He had already taken the medicine before meeting Hazel, which would make