Stella Grace stared straight ahead, a crack fleeted across her still eyes.
In that crack was all the agony and unwillingness concealed within, and it turned to pitch dark.
Only...
Jasper Milton failed to see her pain because he was holding her.
He looked at her affectionately, helplessly, sorry, and distressedly.
"I'm sorry." Jasper whimpered.
Stella lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covered the windows to her soul.
Her voice was as light as autumn orchids. "I... won't forgive you."
Jasper was stunned, his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, swallowing his bitter misery.
He could bear all her hatred and complaints. "Well, I'll wait for you all my life to accept it."
"Go!" Stella spat.
Jasper frowned but stood still.
"Go away." Stella glared up at him.
Her eyes were determined, piercingly cold, and heart-wrenching.
