"Then I'll wait here for the rest of my life." Yuri Sinclair gestured to the gravestone.
Ashley Bowen covered her face and turned her head away.
'At this moment, she found she couldn't bring herself to hate him.'
'Watching his vacant gaze, his solitary silhouette, she desperately wanted to reach out, to hold him and tell him that he wasn't alone, that she was back.'
Yet, she never reached out. The words remained stuck in her throat, unspoken.
After they stood there for a long time, Yuri Sinclair suddenly threw her hand off. He spun around and faced her, his voice low. "Do you understand now? You're mine in life and mine in death. You can't escape!"
With that, he brushed past her and left without a backward glance.
The cemetery was cold at night. The chill in the air made her whole body tremble.
Dressed in her fine clothes, Ashley Bowen kept twisting her ankle in her high heels. Eventually, she simply took them off and carried them in her hand.
