The Third Year After My Death
What did I say at that time?
I said, "Gracie, don't worry. We'll spend our lives together."
But in the end, I broke up with Winston. I didn't keep my word.
Winston stared at the bracelet, and a hint of sadness appeared on his face.
His trembling hand went to pick up the bracelet, but the further back he went, the more his hand shook.
The bracelet fell and smashed into pieces on the ground.
The cracks on it were like wounds covering my body.
"Aryanna..." Winston cried on his knees as if he had suppressed it for a long time.