Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Keep your distance, don't come any closer. It's the best advice, both for yourself and for him.

Roseanne packed up her documents and pen, and suddenly, the man murmured to himself—

"But I still consider you a friend..."

Roseanne walked away.

Murray watched her retreating figure, calmly shifting his gaze away.

He picked up his mug and took a sip of his coffee.

The bitterness spread instantly from the tip of his tongue to his entire mouth, yet his expression remained unchanged.

His thumb gently caressed the rim of the mug, his eyes falling on the cup Roseanne had used.

She seemed to have always liked her coffee with cream, less bitter that way.

Murray reached for the cup and took a light sip.

Indeed, he wasn't wrong.

They had lived together for six years, not six months, not six days.

Six whole years.

How could anyone say he didn't know her?

No, he understood her better than anyone else!

So...

head to look out the floor-to-ceiling window. Giving up was out of the

the past, though not now,

the rest of the coffee. He used to love his Americano

at all, just look at

hadn't Roseanne pushed him

how to hide,

life like

yet crazily

pressured and naturally let down her

do it, why couldn't

night did indeed get him

sobriety returned

Murray suddenly saw the

back wouldn't happen overnight; the more you push, the

To get close again, he had to take a different approach,

way, he might have a

QUMS

Roseanne's reaction just now, the results were... not

least, she no longer looked impatient

...

and her

full day of classes ahead and decided to pop in for a coffee to perk

she asked with a smile, her gaze casually catching the man seated

Grace's eyes flickered.