"..."
"I'm not blaming you, either." She lowered her head like a headache and rubbed her temples, "I know her status in your heart. Alex Miller taught me how to love someone, and Sherry White is the same to you." She laughed, "Or maybe to you, Sherry White is even more important than Alex Miller is to me. She shaped your personality and made you who you are today. She's your most beautiful memory, isn't she? And I can never compare to her." As she said this, a touch of bitterness leaked through her smile, "How could I possibly be angry? I don't even have the right to be angry."
I can't compare.
Never, in a lifetime.
She was utterly tired of this issue.
She didn't even feel like listening to his explanation anymore.
It's just that... going back and forth... she couldn't let go.
Couldn't let go of Sherry White.
And she wouldn't let go of her either.
