She was actually not generous at all, even extremely greedy. She wanted everything about her lover to be her own—his first kiss, his first night, the first sunrise they watched together, or even just the first time he dried another woman's hair.
She always wanted a lot, and Sophia Phoenix never satisfied her in this regard, and she was ashamed to share such a pretentious feeling with him.
Disappointment accumulated, and eventually, she was tired enough to want to give up.
Perhaps it was from that night that she realized the person she wanted to be with for a lifetime might only end as her dying alone on a hospital bed.
Sophia Phoenix was never solely hers.
Even though she met him first.
But she couldn't decide whom he would fall in love with in the future, whom to be with, doing what she wanted to do with him.
She understood this after trying so hard yet being unable to make him fall in love with her.
What followed, aside from disappointment, was years of weariness.
