"I really hate myself." John Green hugged her again, his right hand stroking her hair, over and over, "Mia, I'm sorry."
Mia Townsend's tears soaked his clothes, "Never leave me alone again..."
Her cries seeped into his heart, twisting it with pain, "I won't, I promise you."
...
Mia Townsend went home with him.
The house, with its elegant decor, lacked the warmth of life.
As soon as the door closed, he picked her up horizontally and strode towards the master bedroom.
A blush rose on Mia Townsend's face, she knew what he wanted to do.
But she did not refuse.
She couldn't remember when she fell asleep, only that John Green continued for a long, long time, as if to make up for the debts of the past eight years.
When she woke up in the morning, he was no longer by her side.
She put on her clothes, heard movements outside, and went to check. She saw him setting breakfast on the table. Seeing her standing dumbly at the door, he urged, "Go freshen up and eat."
