The Echo of a Broken Vow
"I don’t want to lose you."
Pierse’s voice was hoarse, thick with emotion, almost on the verge of breaking.
"Eva, I love you. I really do."
Years ago, when we were both eighteen, he said those exact words to me.
He stood beneath the cascading wisteria outside our school, confessing his love.
Not a single word different.
Back then, we were young. It was summer, the sky was clear, and the breeze was warm.