"You were the one who ca into my life and disturbed my peace, so the choice isn’t yours to make. I’ve tried to forget you, but I can’t. I’ve tried to give up on you, but I can’t let go. I considered loving you enough to let you go, thought that leaving you alone would be my final act of kindness. But I just can’t do it."
"Annabelle Linton, anyone who can just walk away is garbage."
"Who in this world is noble enough to be satisfied just knowing you’re happy? People are selfish, and love is even more so. If soone can let you go so easily, it only ans they don’t love you. It only ans they’re just looking for an excuse to walk away."
He gazed at her, his voice choked with emotion. "In this world, there’s always one person who becos more important than your own life. Soone you can’t cut out, can’t abandon. Letting go... that hurts more than death."
"You say I’m taking revenge on you, and I am. I hate that you ca into my life only to leave without a word. I hate that you stole my heart and left a walking corpse, ignoring completely. But I love you even more, because you’re the one who showed that there’s soone in this world worth loving, worth thinking about, worth giving everything for."
"Do you have any idea what a wound you’ve left in my heart? Your every move toys with my emotions. A single, simple word from you can send from heaven to hell in an instant. Don’t you know you occupy the one place in my heart that always brings to tears?"
Leona Grant stared at her, his eyes bloodshot and glistening with unshed tears.
Every mory was a fragnt, like tattered spiderwebs hidden silently in dark corners.
They lay there quietly, waiting to be found. But once touched, they would run rampant—wild, arrogant, and audacious—mauling the deeply infatuated person, devouring them piece by piece.
Every little mont from the past was just as Annabelle Linton had said: to pull any single one out was to reveal a fresh wound.
But even so, it wasn’t enough to make him give up.
’If I give up, I’ll have nothing left.’
’My heart would be gone, my love would be gone, and she would be gone.’
Annabelle Linton looked at him, her gaze clouded and complex.
’She understood now. He had fallen in love with her.’
’But this wasn’t the outco she wanted.’
’In truth, there was sothing pitiful about every persistent person.’
Annabelle Linton frowned and asked in exasperation, "What is it you even like about ? Leona Grant, I don’t love you! You’ll only get hurt. For your own sake, you should give up."
"Then what did you like about him? You loved him for twenty years before giving up. I’ve only loved you for a few months. Why should I be the one to quit?"
’Love is love. If you can explain why, it isn’t really love.’
’She didn’t know what ca over her back then, why she had fallen so hard and couldn’t let go.’
Annabelle Linton grasped for a reason. "You’re handso."
"Thank you. You’re very beautiful, too."
Annabelle Linton’s brow furrowed even more, and for so reason, she found herself fixated on the question. "You’re rich. Your family is distinguished. You have every right to be arrogant. You’re a CEO at such a young age, living a life people can only dream of. You’re a famous figure in Lynton, even throughout Celestia. You’re the fantasy of countless girls, the ’Nation’s Husband,’ the number one man every woman wants to marry. You could find soone so much better!"
Leona Grant gave a faint smile, the moisture in his eyes turning crystalline. His gaze, thick with emotion, seed to envelop her. "If it’s not you, I don’t want anyone. My family, my fortune... as long as you’re willing, it can all be yours."
Annabelle Linton pressed a hand to her forehead, a headache coming on. ’What kind of ss is this?’
"I don’t understand why you have to be so stubborn about this."
"Because Leona Grant can’t be without Annabelle Linton."
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