Elise Don took a small sip of the bitter coffee, lifted her head, embodying a demeanor of "I just want a clean break."
She knew what Oliver Bloom wanted to question—putting on his pants and being unrecognizable, what exactly she thought of him.
"I think it's more appropriate for us to be friends, Oliver. Look, you're an early bird, I revel in nightlife; you love swimming, I'm a complete landlubber. We're not the same type of people. I don't understand your ideals, we weren't suitable from the start..."
"Yes, I clung to you, always thought that what I couldn't have was the best, so... so..."
It was Oliver who always appeared so aloof, and Elise's infatuation was utterly mindless. Yesterday, she finally made it with her idol, satisfying her thirst, and now was the time to end the obsession.
Last night was a watershed moment; the soul tether between her and Oliver should end here.
Following Elise's logic, that was the gist of the conclusion.
