"Mark me."
Lynsandra's grip on the person's chest tightened as she tried to keep her focus on him. However, she couldn't see anything, only a blur of his figure. Though her mind was foggy, she was aware of the reckless words that had slipped past her lips.
But right now, she didn't have the strength to take them back or scold herself.
All she wanted, from the very bottom of her soul, was to be rid of this pain. So even if it was reckless, even if this wasn't what she truly wanted, and even if this was the last thing she would ever want… this felt like the only way.
Talk about being fickle—sending everyone away to avoid this very situation, yet deep down, wanting someone to come and rescue her.
And yet, even after a minute had passed, he didn't move.
His eyes remained on her before the back of his hand gently caressed her cheek. She intuitively leaned her cheek to his hand, eyes closed, the lines on her face deepening.
