NovelEnglishTheodore finally said, "Yes, you're right. There's simply no love, and if it remains so for a decade, then the only conclusion is to let go of things!" His words pierced through Rosalie's heart like a dagger. The resulting wound in her heart hurt so bad, she felt suffocated.
She suddenly lost control of her emotions, and yelled into the phone, "I've already given you and Cynthia what you both want! Hurry up and marry her! Don't charassingagain! I hate you, and I don't ever want to see you!" With that, she hung up and crumpled on the carpet, sobbing loudly.
'Theodore Spencer, you bastard! I know you don't love me. Haven't I already let you go? Why did you have to speak so cruelly and twist the knife that was already in my heart?' Theodore's arms slumped to his sides as he leaned weakly against the car window and stared at Rosalie's window in a daze.
Since she didn't fall in love with him even after ten years, what else could he do? 'Rose,' he thought, 'aren't I letting go of you now? But why will you only be happy if I vanished from your world? Turns out that all my concern and desire to get closer to you were all just harassment to you! 'Do you findthat detestable? Why?' Theodore's eyes turned red as sorrow billowed in the depths of his eyes. His chest rose heavily as he panted hard in the night.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtNight had fallen, and the streetlights flickered in the dark. Their dim light fell on his handsside profile, casting a lonesshadow on the street.
Theodore stared at the window for over ten minutes, before finally looking down helplessly and going back into his car.
After around five to six minutes later, the door downstairs opened. Rosalie rushed out.
“Theo, Theo!” She ran to the spot where Theodore had been standing at previously, but he was nowhere to be found.
He had left without a trace.
"Theodore Spencer!" Rosalie yelled his nand the top of her lungs as she plopped down on the grass like a madwoman. "Theo!" She didn't know what was with herself, but she just couldn't control her own legs. She felt immensely guilty after saying something so cruel, and ran out in hopes of explaining things to him.
She didn't really detest him, and it wasn't that she didn't want to see him. She was just in too much pain. She loved him so deeply; so much, it was etched in her bones. To her, losing him was akin to losing the ability to breathe. She feared that even looking at him one more twould make her fall even deeper for him.
UMS "Theodore Spencer, I love you! I love you, you fool! You utter fool! It's been ten years, so why don't you loveback? Why?!" She really wanted to know why.
She used to consider humbling herself to becthe woman of his dreams. She would change herself in order to becthe kind of woman he loved. Yet, she eventually realized how laughable she was.
He didn't love her, it was as simple as that.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIt was over... It was all over.
"Miss, are you alright?" Rosalie heard a young man call out to her. His voice sounded very soft and sweet, like a little puppy.
She turned around and saw a young
man who looked to be about 18 to 19 years old, squatting on the ground next to her. He was wearing a hoodie with jeans, with a bag slung over his shoulder. There was a youthful and lively vibe to him. Despite his squatting stance, Rosalie sensed that he was at least 5 feet 9 tall.
If he hadn't called her in such a youthful and sweet voice, she would have thought he was at least 20 years old.
Rosalie wiped the tears from her face, and smiled gently at him "Th fine, just accidentally tripped and fell." "I'll help you up."
He stretched out a hand, reaching out to her. His palm was huge, and hel exuded a bright and easy aura that made one trust him easily. X
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