"Young miss, that man isn't leaving." Marian's personal maid stated when she came back to the house. "He's really stubborn."
"He'll get tired someday."
"When is that day? He's been coming here for two months now. Even though I told him that you're not here, he won't leave at all. Well, he left sometimes but he'd come back like a boomerang. I don't know how to shoo him away anymore. I might hit him one day."
"Just let him be. Just keep telling him that I am not here."
"Young miss, I have a question if you don't mind."
"I'm just thinking that you love this person – "
"Loved, you mean?"
"Oh! Loved. Past tense." The maid muttered. "So, you really have no feelings for him anymore?"
"Feelings? I have thrown it away. What can my feelings do? Make him suffer with me? How many days I have left? Why should I bother with him when I am dying? There's no point having feelings for him. It's a waste of time and energy."
