'And you must remember, the Leona Grant of the next life won't hurt you again.'
'Farewell, the one I once loved.'
"Leona Grant! Leona Grant!" Annabelle Linton watched his pupils lose focus and frantically grabbed the first-aid kit to give him first aid.
Seeing him like this, her heart clenched painfully, and tears streamed down her face.
'Leona Grant, if not for our tragic end in our last life, for the death of our child, perhaps I would have tried to accept you. We have over twenty years of history, after all.'
'Those feelings are carved into my very bones. How could a fortress, built up piece by piece over all that time, crumble so easily?'
'But the iron-clad evidence before me makes it impossible for me to approach you. Why are you so fixated, so much so that you'd even kill yourself...?'
'Wouldn't it be good to just live?'
Annabelle Linton used the first-aid kit to stanch the bleeding and minimize the blood loss. Just then, the paramedics arrived.
