Cecilia's POVLuciano took the diary with him and returned to the main bedroom, where I was still leaning against the headboard, staring out the window.The setting sun cast a blood-red glow over the wisteria, and a few more withered petals drifted to the ground.He placed the diary in front of me. His hoarse voice carried a trace of indignation and a small sliver of hope."You loved me for seven years. Why can't you just love me one more time?"My gaze fell on the diary, but it carried no emotion at all, as if I were just looking at something that didn't concern me.After a long silence, I raised my hand and pointed to the nearly withered wisteria outside the window."What's passed… is passed.""I don't believe that!"He yanked me up from the bed and kissed me fiercely. The kiss tasted of despair and salt as he crushed his lips against mine, plundering my breath.I didn't struggle. Only cold tears slipped steadily from the corners of my tightly shut eyes, disappearing into t
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