Although they sat on the same sofa, separated by less than a meter, an invisible chasm had already opened between them, one that could never be crossed in a lifetime.
If he had come into her life sooner, it might not have been so hopeless.
No matter how bitter or exhausting, she would have persevered and not chosen such a shortcut.
This was indeed her own decision. She couldn't blame anyone else, nor could she hold anyone else responsible. She had personally ruined her own love and Mark Reed's affection for her.
This was for the best; she and he were never from the same world. Giving up the idea of one another was not a bad thing.
Valentine Teller lowered her head and rubbed her eyes to keep the tears from falling.
Having seen Mark Reed this time, she didn't know when they would meet again.
She gazed at him intently, striving to engrave his face in her heart, so that even ten or twenty years later, she wouldn't forget him.
