"Enough, let's let it be. What's done is done. Ava, you must let go too. Walter Smith is dead. Even if he were alive, you should keep your distance. He's not the person you remember, understand?"
Ava Gibson, eyes rimmed red, whispered, "Actually, he promised... he promised to leave with me, to leave this place, to be with me. But he continually stalled, always dragging his feet. I kept waiting but I never expected... I can't wait for that day anymore..."
Lissy Lock embraced Ava: "You're a good girl, don't get trapped in this. Promise me, after the burial of Walter Smith, you'll live your life well, don't despair, don't do anything foolish."
Ava nodded, slowly stopping her tears.
She had been trying to come to terms with the fact that Walter Smith was dead these past days, feeling so much sorrow till she was almost numb.
For Walter Smith, Ava's feelings were not only love, but there was also a tinge of hatred.
