The night grew deep.
The night grew quiet.
The night fell asleep.
And yet, the night was so lonely.
...
Cassian Jennings clutched a liquor bottle, staggering down the main road as he drank, walking without a destination.
'This... this was truly the best form of revenge.'
'Amelia Avery, you've won. You've well and truly won.'
If last night he'd suddenly realized he wasn't repulsed by Amelia Avery's body—in fact, he quite liked it—then it was only now that he was beginning to deeply understand that his feelings for her were something he could never let go of.
His eyes held a demonic charm as he let out a cold, self-mocking laugh. "Amelia Avery, you are truly cruel. Did you plan to make me fall in love with you, only to leave me forever and ever?"
"If you wanted this, if you wanted me to live with guilt for the rest of my life, then I'll tell you what—you succeeded! You succeeded!" 'But please, can you come back? Can you please not leave this world...'
