No matter whether their past was happy or sad, it has already faded into the memories of time, leaving no trace, so there's no need to hold onto it any longer.
Get back to living your own life; if he insists on pestering her, even if she hides at the ends of the earth, she doesn't want to see him again.
Perhaps she shouldn't have returned, shouldn't have come back to live in the same city as him.
This city with him in it is just a nightmare for her.
Though the dream is over, the panic remains.
Her heart pounds loudly, as if thousands of drums are beating.
The small hand holding hers was soft and weak, Mark Reed reversed his hand to grasp it tightly.
She wanted to break free, but couldn't.
Panic-stricken, sweat dotted her forehead.
His hot breath also burned at the nape of her neck, uncomfortably warm.
"When did you wake up?" he asked in a hoarse voice, gently whispering in her ear, "Or were you never asleep, just pretending all along."
