She was crying.
With her eyes half-closed, tears flowed down her cheeks and slowly seeped into her thick hair.
Curled up there, silently shedding tears without a sound.
She looked as if she had been deeply wronged.
He felt his heart being ruthlessly squeezed by a hand, and as the pain surged, his anger dissipated. He stepped forward to embrace her, feeling her cold tears soaking into his clothes.
"I think this is really meaningless," she whispered in his arms, "Can you let me go? There's no point in continuing like this."
Trenton Smith held her a little tighter, resting his chin on her head, his voice heavy, "I don't want to hear that kind of talk again."
Norris Moore closed her eyes, "Trenton Smith, you bastard."
Trenton didn't say anything else, just held her tighter.
How could he let her go?
He had waited so many years just so he could have her completely.
Norris spent a restless night, unable to fall asleep.
