The Words I Left Behind
And yet, she never once dared to let him see them.
His legs felt heavy, like they were made of stone, and his heart was crushed by the weight of the loss.
However, his face was blank and bewildered.
His trembling hands reached for the photos. His large hand brushed gently over Jasmine's face in the pictures, caressing it again and again.
His breath grew more rapid, as if his chest might explode.
What now?
It seemed that he had really fallen for Jasmine.
However, he could never let her know now.
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The room was a mess with alcohol bottles scattered across the floor, but he carefully set Jasmine's paintings aside.