My mom was killed by your brother.
But I can't avenge her.
I could have hurt you, but I can't bring myself to do it.
I'm so useless, I can't do anything, not even hold onto my heart.
I can't do anything for myself, I just want to leave you.
As if we never met...
...
Edward Stephens didn't say anything more, nor did he try to explain.
In the face of life and death, any further explanation is superfluous.
Between the two of them, clearly only they mattered, yet so many people and things intruded.
He wanted to give her the best, wanted to make up for everything she had lost.
He lowered his head and kissed her lips gently.
"Go. Don't let me see you for the rest of my life." He tightened his grip around her neck and whispered, "I never want to see you again."
Daisy Ginger slightly moved her lips.
The breath so close, the scent on him within reach, Daisy didn't know why, because of his words, tears filled her eyes and slid down her cheeks.
He was letting go.
