Derek wouldn’t give up. Every few days, he’d show up downstairs at my place, waiting for me.Each time, his eyes were red, his voice breaking as he begged for forgiveness.He was convinced that given enough time, I’d soften.Too bad, he had miscalculated. I had never planned to let him off.After listening to his confession yet again, I gave a small nod.“Are you done? If you are, I’m leaving.”He broke down, grabbing at the hem of my coat.“Sherry, you shouldn’t be like this! How can you be so heartless? You used to cook for me, you used to smile when you said my name…”I brushed his hand away, my voice colder than the night wind.“The person you’re talking about is already dead. You killed her yourself.”The color drained from his face. Suddenly, he yanked open his shirt, exposing his chest, pointing wildly at it.“Then take it back! Take my heart! Use a knife, right here, I won’t move!”I watched him without expression, unmoved, as if unable to bear my indifference, Derek broke dow
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