The two fell into silence, and Damian Sinclair took off his coat and wrapped it around Bella Acker.
Bella Acker tried to dodge, but he overbearingly controlled her, forcing her to wear his clothes.
The cold wind swept through the grass, and the once pitch-black sky was gradually showing a bit of white.
Bella Acker lowered her head in silence, tears pattering down onto the weeds at her feet.
Damian turned his head to look at the whitening sky, and after a long silence, finally spoke up, "Is it really your true desire to never meet again?"
Bella pursed her lips tightly, and after a while, responded softly with, "Yes."
Damian fell silent again, his expression evolving from initial uncontrolled anger, to surprise and confusion, then to loneliness and desolation, and finally settling into indifference and calm.
Time seemed to stand still, as if a century passed before he eventually said, "Alright, we will never meet again!"
