He bowed his head, pressing his forehead against the back of his own hand, and whispered softly, "I'm sorry..."
"I'm sorry..."
"I'm sorry..."
"I'm sorry..."
Even though he knew that apologies were futile, he still wanted to apologize.
His heart ached madly, and he felt utter despair, never before so acutely aware of how resolutely the person he deeply loved wanted to leave him.
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Amanda Smith found herself engulfed in pitch-black darkness.
In that swamp-like darkness, she looked around bewildered but could not find any direction to leave.
Suddenly, a light flickered not far away, and two tall figures appeared in front of her. Amanda Smith stopped in her tracks, eyes wide open, staring at the silhouettes.
In this dream, she seemed to have returned to that four or five-year-old child, and she called out, "Daddy, Mommy!"
She chased after them with excitement.
