Cecilia proceeded to a secluded terrace, where she gazed quietly at the river in the distance, her eyes brimming with tears.

Why had she come here?

All she yearned for now was to return home.

Footsteps approached from behind and then someone locked the door.

Without a doubt, she knew who it was.

Turning her head, she caught sight of Mark standing there…

Her frail form seemed pitiable, tears continuing to moisten her eyes.

Whispering her name, Mark implored, “Cecilia.

against the railing, Cecilia looked at him

Mark… Stay back.

like a

the city’s neon lights, the surroundings

scene seemed like a beautiful

trace

Mark, the one who used to embrace her tenderly, call her sweet names and bid

Join & Stay

as she witnessed

this moment could last forever, but her pride

Mark said, extending his hand towards her,

and delivered a resounding slap across his

sound echoed like thunder, drawing a

aftermath of the slap, Cecilia found herself in

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