Have I already lost him?
The word 'lost', especially, pounds heavily on his eardrum, buzzing incessantly.
Sometimes, in his life, he's never made mistakes in any judgment or doubted himself, but at this moment he can't tell if he likes Hailey Hill or feels guilty.
His gaze falls on Hailey Hill's face; she still wears delicate makeup. Expensive skincare products and various estrogen-rich supplements are her favorites. Every morning she endures the fishy taste of snow frog, swallowing it bite by bite, even horrifying incubating duck eggs, with small, featherless chicks in the clear soup, she eats them one by one.
As long as it's food rich in estrogen, no matter how terrifying or hard to swallow, it becomes her first choice. She wants to slow down her body's aging, wants to maintain her feminine features, to preserve them a bit longer; all of this he can understand.
However, this version of her is truly no longer the Hailey Hill of the past.
