Chelsey's words were like a blade piercing Lucas' heart. It pained him, and it hurt a lot.
He finally understood what she had experienced in the past.
The things he had said to her back then were a hundred times more hurtful than what she told him. It was only natural that she wouldn't forgive him.
Lucas couldn't forgive himself either for what he'd done and said.
"I'm sorry, Chelsey," he apologized earnestly.
"There's no need to apologize. It's pointless, after all," Chelsey said.
"You should promise me that you won't come here anymore."
Chelsey was sick of it all.
Lucas looked at her intently as though he wanted to engrave her face onto his heart. As if by doing so, he'd be able to remember her face vividly if he never got to see her again.
After a moment of silence, Lucas told her, "Okay. I promise you that I won't come here anymore."
"Good. Please leave!" Chelsey told him.
Unlike him, Chelsey didn't need to stare at him for her to commit his face to memory. Afte
