Looking back on the past six months since he met Nerida, she had never once said she liked him. He was always the one clinging to her, refusing to let go.
From the moment they met until now, it had always been a one-sided affair.
He had originally thought that feelings would eventually develop over time. But now, hearing her say that he would meet a better woman than her, he understood her meaning: she wanted him to find someone else.
And at that moment, his heart still ached.
'Perhaps some people are just destined to slip away.'
At this thought, Aeron raised his head. Their eyes met from a distance. His expression was serious, as if he had made a decision.
"Nerida, you should go."
"You're right. I was forcing things."
His fingers gently wiped away a falling tear.
