"..."
"I have to admit," she seemed to take a low breath, though the slight tremble still leaked out of her voice, "I'm not as strong as I imagined. I can't let go of that matter."
"..." Rufus's fingers hanging at his side slowly clenched into a fist. He raised his eyes to look at Norris Moore curled up in bed without any sense of security, his lips lightly pursed.
Norris Moore was silent under the blanket for a long time before whispering, "I really can't... can you give me a little more time? I will try... try to forget... just like before. But now, I really... can't do anything."
Her voice was very soft, so soft that it was almost inaudible.
But it also seemed very heavy, falling into his heart, pounding his internal organs into a bloody mess, one after another.
He had never tasted this kind of pain before.
It was like a hand had fiercely grabbed his organs, intending to tear them all out.
Perhaps only deep love can make one understand how much regret can hurt.
