"Not really, unless you insist on holding onto it. Learn to let go of what's not meant for you, Bright," Emma spoke with a depth of sincerity, her eyes reflecting a mix of understanding and resolution.
"I mean it now. I genuinely hope this time you do it. It seems the resentment in my heart is slowly fading, or whatever it is, I don't really understand many things in life." Emma's fingers fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve, a subtle sign of her internal conflict.
"Same. I often feel that way too. I'm amazed by people who can so easily express feelings of love or hate. Even until now, I can't definitively define my feelings for you. I can't state whether it's love or just an obsession or merely a sense of guilt." Bright's voice held a tinge of vulnerability, a rare openness that hinted at the complexity of his emotions.
The car hummed along the road, and Emma continued to look out the window, her gaze fixed on the passing city lights.
