Howard Geoffrey, after Rebecca Quentin stopped struggling, whispered, "Why stop fighting?"
Rebecca Quentin didn't respond.
"Does it hurt?"
Rebecca Quentin gradually fell silent.
Howard Geoffrey kissed Rebecca Quentin's hair, and only when she was quietly nestled in his embrace did he slowly release her. "Look at me."
Rebecca Quentin didn't immediately pull away, seemingly tired, standing still and shaking her head.
"I want you to see how I am now." Howard Geoffrey said hoarsely, his eyes fixed on her sorrowful face filled with deep yearning. "Give me a chance to make it up to you."
"It's impossible…" Rebecca Quentin turned her head away, "I once believed in you, wanted to be with you at all costs, but you cruelly shattered my dream, taught me what self-deception truly is… Now, I can no longer look at you the same way I did before…"
Rebecca Quentin's somber words struck Howard Geoffrey like a whip. He closed his eyes briefly, "I know, Becca, it was me who changed you."
