At least, she could share some of his burdens.
She was also very reluctant to part with the little guy.
"Jasy, I can no longer guarantee your future happiness. Joe is not bad, you could consider him."
"I'm not considering Joe Heath, I made it clear to him a long time ago, we're just friends."
"Oh."
Jasmine Yale was sobbing so hard that it was like a hand clutching her heart, so tightly that she could hardly breathe.
Her eyes were painfully shattered, broken into ring upon ring of icy patterns, like a broken world.
Her hand was also trembling uncontrollably.
Why had it turned out like this.
Waking up to find everything had changed.
How she wished this was all a dream and when she woke, he would still be the vibrant, handsome Mr. Cheney.
Not the now wheelchair-bound Sylvan Cheney.
The gap was too great, she couldn't accept it.
She really couldn't accept it.
