"..." Edward Stephens looked up, but did not look at her again, nor did he say another word. His face darkened slightly, and he stepped into the curtain of rain.
Daisy Ginger's fingers curled slightly, having lost the courage to hold onto him—she felt she couldn't bear the pain of her fingers being pried open one by one a second time.
The tall silhouette gradually disappeared in the direction Emily Ginger had left.
Daisy stood where she was, staring intensely, trembling as if she were cold, her nails about to dig into her palms, drawing blood.
She lost to Emily Ginger.
Completely lost.
She took a heart, extracted it, reverently, held it out, offered it to him, almost begging, showing Edward Stephens—she loved him so much, more than anyone else, more than Emily Ginger.
So, love me, I'm worth it.
He saw it and then, just so lightly, crushed her love beneath his foot, discarding it.
Only she...
