Horton residence.
Keira's words didn't surprise Lewis too much.
She had always been a free-spirited woman.
But Lewis's chest was still clenched tightly, his mouth agape. He wanted to refuse, to say no, to ask her to wait a little longer for him, and to give him more time. He was sure he could think of a better solution.
But before he could speak, Keira stood up, her gaze fixed on him. "I don't mean to pressure you, but I've thought a lot, and this might be the only way."
Lewis clenched his jaw, squeezing his fists. "Keira, I..."
"You've tried your best, and you chose me. I know that." Keira looked at him. "But you can't really watch her die."
Lewis frowned. "I can."
"You can now," Keira met his gaze. "But what about the future?"
Lewis paused.
"You'll feel guilty about her, and this guilt will be forever buried deep in your heart, Lewis. I don't want you to bear such pressure."
The room's light was very dim.
