His Heart Is Now Elsewhere

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Chapter 7

At three in the morning, the room fell silent.

The sound of water in the bathroom rang out.

Maeve pulled back the curtain and walked out with her legs, which had lost consciousness.

She stepped over the scattered broken clothes, placed the memory card on the table, and opened the

door.

After a soft sound, a deep voice came from the bathroom.

“What sound? Is someone there?”

“How is it possible for someone to be here so late at night? Never mind, let’s try again.”

I slightly pushed open the bathroom door, then tightly closed it again.

Maeve turned around and looked at her reflection in the glass, then she turned back and closed the

door.

The streets in the early morning were empty, with no one and no cars.

She wandered aimlessly alone, with a buzzing sound in her ears, but her mind was completely

blank.

I don’t know how long we had been walking, but it was already dawn.

Maeve lifted her bruised eyes and realized, to her surprise, that she had unknowingly returned to her high school alma mater.

o’clock was very quiet. She walked alone on the

dusty memories loosened

of the playground, decorated the small hall with roses for her birthday, and confessed his love to her in front of the whole school at

like in the past, but Maeve, who was in the midst of

different.

She w

teaching building and ran into the headmaster

Donte’s previous high–profile pursuit, almost all the teachers recognized

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come back to school? And where is Donte? I heard engaged

forced a smile and

you

two p

came back, so I thought

two people walked and talked, recalling many past events and feeling

to remember something and took out a yellowed diary from the office cabinet and handed it

took it from

took

opened her

didn’t agree with me, but she smiled at me today, and I felt like I had a

I waited downstairs at Maeve’s house for four hours before I finally

confessed to Maeve today, and it made me so angry. I ended up

only wish was to be with sixteen–year–old Maeve, forever, never to be

name, writing down

felt sour, and tears uncontrollably streamed

drop, it is a tribute to the past.

also

of the

emotions.