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.

walked alone on

memories

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

in the past, but Maeve, who

different.

She w

the teaching building and ran into the headmaster who happened to be going to work.

the teachers recognized her,

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Why did you suddenly come back to school? And where is Donte?

forced a smile and changed

you

two p

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

walked and talked, recalling many past events and

something and took out a yellowed diary from the office cabinet and handed it over.

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

for a moment, then took it and bowed to

she opened her diary and saw Donte’s flamboyant handwriting.

at me today, and I felt like I

too long. I waited downstairs at

someone confessed to Maeve today, and it made me so angry.

birthday. Seventeen–year–old Donte’s only wish was to be with sixteen–year–old Maeve,

had the same name, writing down

felt sour, and tears uncontrollably streamed down her

it is a

also a

car stopped at the entrance of the

emotions.