Norris Moore looked up at Trenton Smith.
His eyes were closed, and his face was so pale.
She remembered him calling her at noon, saying he wanted to take her to dinner.
At that time, his voice was low and still somewhat trance-like gentle.
She dared not think of these things anymore.
This man she had loved for three years, she had hated him as much as she once loved him.
She lowers her head, hugs her knees, buries her face in her lap, and begins to sob silently.
She didn't know why things had turned out this way; she just wanted everyone to be okay. Even if she hated him terribly, she never wanted him to die.
She couldn't understand how things had reached this point.
One after another, people got hurt because of her.
Death was too heavy; she never thought about what it would feel like if Trenton Smith disappeared from the world.
All that remained was confusion in her heart.
