Navy Caddel's indistinct voice came through, mingling with the patter of rain outside the window.
"It's been over twenty years, I've thought of you day and night, obsessed and mesmerized. You don't know how much I like you, but I know the taste of longing is too painful... Every woman I've been with after you resembles you, but I know they aren't you. Yana, you are unique in this world, no one can replace you. Speak, why are you silent..."
Navy Caddel caressed Jasmine Yale's chin.
The door was still half-open.
Jasmine Yale's high heels were kicked off somewhere, her bare feet standing on the cold floor.
She was trembling all over, her whole body felt cold, her eyes empty and weary, her heart felt as if it had been stabbed, bleeding profusely. Yet she couldn't feel much pain, only endless numbness.
"Speak, say something, let me hear your voice..." In the ambiguous light, Navy Caddel leaned closer to Jasmine Yale.
