And now, alone, with a fevered mind, clarity emerged unexpectedly.
A sharp voice inside her head mocked her, Naive!
If he could really fall in love with her, why would it take fifteen years? All those years of not liking her, it wasn't just simple dislike, but rather an inability to harbor those feelings.
He was still so young, at twenty-one years of age, with a long life ahead of him. He was bound to find someone he liked. When that time came, what excuse would she have to stay by his side?
Amanda Smith leaned against the wall, looking up blankly into the void above.
In Samuel Johnson's life, it was easy to be without Amanda Smith, but in Amanda Smith's life, she couldn't be without Samuel Johnson.
Their first meeting at the age of five was the only redemption in her shattered life, that prince, so high above, had rescued her fragmented existence. It might sound incredible, but she truly believed that he had saved her.
