"If one regrets, then it surely wasn't profound enough to be engraved on the heart, and how could it be called love?"
Randa looked tenderly at the young lady in front of her, "Don't dwell on things that haven't happened yet, as long as you're happy right here, right now, that's enough."
"You're right, I was being narrow-minded."
Aubree suddenly stood up, "I'll be leaving first, let me know when you're leaving, and I'll walk you out."
"Even Liam doesn't get such treatment; it seems I hold a significant place in your heart."
Randa sent her off at the door with a smile, watching Aubree walking away, her smirk instantly fell.
Throwing herself onto the bed, Randa closed her eyes, allowing herself to sink in.
What she said was true; falling in love with someone who would never reciprocate was like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing it was a dead-end but still going ahead resolutely.
I hope you're happy.
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"Charmaine Dankworth?" Nikita Parker finds this name unfamiliar.
