With his back to the desk, Ethan Ellsworth felt a little disoriented. Loving her had become a habit, and he was struggling to adapt to its sudden end.
He had wanted to give up countless times, yet he always found himself paying attention to her. This time, however, she was about to become another man's bride. 'This habit… I have to get rid of it completely now.'
He forgot his own summer to fall in love with her winter. The cycle repeated, day in and day out, for eleven long years. Just like that, they were gone.
This moment felt different from the past few days. It felt as if his heart was being torn to shreds, overcome by a sudden urge to imprison her in the palm of his hand.
But he understood that some people could never be held, and some hearts would never be his.
Even unforgettable memories would eventually be smoothed over by time. Even if he couldn't accept it, he had learned restraint.
