"..." She didn't answer, just kept sobbing quietly.
Her crying only made him more irritated and heartbroken. "Stop crying, will you?!"
Mika Summers shuddered and stopped sobbing. She raised a hand to wipe away her tears, still silent as she turned away. Lowering her head, she pried his fingers, which were gripping her arm tightly, off one by one.
Tristan Grayson seemed completely frozen, his gaze fixed on her, complex emotions swirling within him. He watched her get out of the car and disappear from his sight. Suddenly, he clutched his chest. He didn't know what was happening, but ever since she'd left, something inside him had been twisting into a knot, a sharp, violent pain... It hurt so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.
'I know I have no reason to make her stay,' he thought. 'Maybe... it really is over between us...'
'But why... why does it hurt so much...'
