Roman's POV
No, Viona. Why had you changed this much?
I had been suffering all this time. And you had moved on. How could you?
She looked at me, still wearing that flat, unbothered face.
"This is just a greenhouse. I could build thousands like this. Why would I care? I wouldn't even remember this place existed if Roey hadn't brought me here."
She looked at me with clear irritation. My chest tightened, like something was squeezing it hard. No matter how much I told myself she was lying, just pretending to be fine, it didn't change the fact that she said those words with certainty.
I wanted to step closer, but I knew it would only make her hate me more.
"This greenhouse represents us. How could you say that?" I sounded pathetic. My pride had already shattered. I wanted to disappear from here.
But I didn't know why I was this desperate.
I just wanted her back.
