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.

quiet. She walked

dusty memories

for her birthday, and confessed his love to her in front of the whole school at the

but Maeve, who was

different.

She w

into the headmaster who happened

high–profile pursuit, almost all the teachers recognized her,

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Donte? I heard engaged recently. Did you come to hand out

forced a smile and changed

you

two p

I last came back, so I thought I’d drop

talked, recalling many past events and feeling a thousand

director seemed to remember something and took out a yellowed diary from the

to do during our study sessions. I took it from Donte’s hands. Since your good times are approaching, I’ll

then took it and

she opened her diary and

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

1st, the summer vacation was too long. I waited downstairs

and it made me so angry. I ended up beating him up and got

today was my seventeenth birthday. Seventeen–year–old Donte’s only wish was to be with

name, writing down

felt sour,

it is a tribute to the

also a

the entrance of the villa,

emotions.