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.

campus at seven o’clock was very quiet. She walked alone

memories

small hall with roses for her birthday, and confessed his love to her

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

different.

She w

building and ran into the headmaster who

Donte’s previous high–profile pursuit, almost all the teachers recognized her, and the principal smiled and greeted her.

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suddenly come back to school? And where is Donte? I heard engaged recently. Did you come

forced a smile and

you

two p

last came back, so

and talked, recalling many past events and feeling a thousand emotions.

a yellowed diary from

I used to do during our study sessions. I took it

took it and bowed to the

opened her diary and

with me, but she smiled at me today, and

July 1st, the summer vacation was too long. I waited downstairs at Maeve’s house for four hours

it made me so angry. I ended up

21st, today was my seventeenth birthday. Seventeen–year–old Donte’s only wish was to be with sixteen–year–old Maeve, forever,

same name, writing down the thoughts

Maeve’s nose suddenly felt sour, and tears uncontrollably streamed down

by drop, it is a tribute to the

is also a farewell.

stopped at the entrance of the villa, Maeve

emotions.