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...

the floor-to-ceiling window. Giving

though not now, but

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

hard at all, just look at

hadn't Roseanne pushed him

to hide, how to

life

of spring, subtle and seemingly insignificant, yet crazily nourishing the soil, seeking to let

didn't feel pressured and naturally let down her guard, allowing him to come

do it, why couldn't

last night did

returned in

that moment, Murray suddenly saw the

the more you push, the further she'll pull

he had to take a different approach, letting her believe he truly had

he might

QUMS

reaction just now, the results were...

no longer

...

her

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

smile, her gaze casually

Grace's eyes flickered.