Like, she truly did like him. Leaving him, she was also in pain, but she ultimately didn't have the courage to take that step.
Fifteen years old...
At the age for studying, no matter how mature or genius he was, he couldn't easily break free from society's great net.
We are all little fish in the net; breaking free would just send us off into the turbulent stream, away from the school, eternally drifting in loneliness.
It's a one-way road, one Atra Blanc didn't dare to walk, nor could she bear to let Clyde Summers accompany her.
And so the two remained deadlocked like this.
One unwilling to let go, the other unwilling to relent.
Upon waking from midnight dreams, recalling his goodness, she actually felt lost... He was somewhat right; she had been an adult for merely two years and was equally naïve, clueless about how to handle this awkward situation, and unaware of how to tidy up her own heart.
