There was a hint of pain in Cassian Jennings's eyes. In a low, hoarse voice, he said slowly, "Amelia, let's talk."
"There's nothing for us to talk about." When a heart is broken, it can still be mended. Given time to recover, the wound will slowly heal.
But if a heart dies, it can never be brought back.
It no longer feels what it once did. It doesn't beat, nor does it feel pain.
"Amelia, even if you won't forgive me, we can still sit down and talk calmly." Cassian Jennings took a few steps closer, his tone a little gentler than before.
"What exactly do you want, Cassian Jennings? There's absolutely nothing for us to talk about. The past is in the past. To avoid any awkwardness when we run into each other, and to prevent trouble for our future partners, please, just stay away from me. Don't step into our social circle again."
"Amelia..."
