"Viola..."
Finn Wilson was about to speak when Viola Harris interrupted him: "I really appreciate you taking care of my grandma during this time, but that cannot be the reason for you to make me be with you again. You say you like me, want to be with me, even want to marry me, but I am not willing, not out of spite, I genuinely don't want to."
"Two years ago, I only wanted to be with you forever. Now I want more, and what I want, you can't give me."
Finn Wilson lit a cigarette and took a few deep puffs, the thin mist of smoke spreading in front of him. He looked through the hazy smoke at where Viola Harris disappeared, her faint fragrance still lingering in the car.
Viola Harris stood by the window, watching the familiar sedan downstairs drive away. Then she leaned against the wall, letting out a deep breath.
She first called Mrs. Harris, informing the elder she had returned, then took a shower, leaving her hair unblown, casually wrapping it with a dry towel, and fell asleep.
