"That scar, still so clear even after eight years. Just imagine how ruthless she must have been at the time, how forceful she must have been with that cut on herself! If she didn't want to be with me, she just needed to say it, and I would surely not disturb her quietly!"
"If being with me makes her so miserable, I would certainly let go."
"Ariel Morris—how could she be so ruthless, how could she be so cruel—cutting her own wrist!"
"If she had been a little more heavy-handed then—Ariel Morris, in this world—"
The world would no longer have Ariel Morris. Thinking of this, his heart was gripped tightly, aching fiercely.
If she really died eight years ago, did she ever think about what Arlo Seys in this world would do?
He waited for her for eight years, harboring the hope of meeting again in this life, waited for eight years before finally reuniting. Yet, he learned that to leave him, she attempted suicide by cutting her wrist and almost died eight years ago.
