"Is it...that important? We have both left each other's stage. I have my life...and you are busy with yours." The warmth from him on her forehead and the tenderness in his whispers were like a soft sword tightly wrapped around her heart.
The numbing feeling on the lips reminded them of the madness that had just occurred.
Ava was afraid that she would be trapped by his dominance, so she took a few steps back. The rosy complexion under her bangs slowly faded away in her silence.
They ended their bond three years ago. If he found a partner to spend the rest of his life with, and she finds another good match, it is their personal business.
"Ava, you are still as whimsical as before. Yes, you are free, but don't ever think about me leaving your stage." Franklin put down his hand raised in the air, pursed his thin lips, and his handsome and prominent facial features froze into frost.
