The rims of his eyes slowly turned red. He forced a pained smile, then lowered his head, looking utterly helpless and pitiful. "Are we really... just going to let it end like this?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
He refused to accept it.
He didn't want to accept it.
And he couldn't.
'Annabelle, is this really how it ends for us?'
'You've been by my side for more than twenty years. Are you really going to leave now?'
There's always one person in this world you can't let go of, can't give up on—someone you'd cling to even if it left you battered and bruised.
For him, that person was Annabelle Linton.
He lowered his head and let out a laugh, his reddened eyes staring at the ground with a look of utter desolation.
He couldn't let her go. He really, truly couldn't.
'We could have been together. She was supposed to be mine. How could she be leaving, just like that?'
