Leona Grant stared at her blankly.
Annabelle Linton looked at him seriously for a moment, then gently hugged him and said softly, "I've suddenly come to see a lot of things clearly recently. Since the damage is already done, holding on to it will only lead to endless torment. There'd be no peace, and I'd only sink deeper and deeper, unable to escape the abyss of pain."
'...Most importantly, you weren't the one who killed me.'
"Since... you won't let me go, I was thinking, wouldn't giving you a chance—giving us a chance—be the better choice? I don't want to live in hatred, and besides..."
Annabelle Linton whispered in his ear, "I loved you for a very long time..."
"..."
Leona Grant felt like he'd been struck by lightning—charred on the outside, tender on the inside, and blown to smithereens.
'What did she say? Give him a chance?'
'Was he dreaming?'
Leona Grant looked at her in disbelief and asked nervously, "Annabelle Linton, do you have any idea what you're saying?"
