Suicide doesn't take the pain away. Suicide passes the pain down to the people around you, who once loved you.
~A wise man.
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Amelia stepped down from the customized private jet with a timid aura. Cullen held her hand but still, she felt alone.
The air between them changed greatly after their conversation in the car about kids. Since their conversation back at the mall, they naturally maintained a long distance between themselves even when they did almost everything together and held little conversations.
Cullen clenched her small hand. "Smile, Flame. Please," he turned to her and affectionately kissed the side of her head.
Deep down, he felt nervous and worried. He refrained from doing anything that concerned his mother because he feared his memories. He feared the danger they could create.
Amelia forced out a smile and turned to him. "Don't mind me. I just have a lot in my mind right now,"
