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...

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

the past, though not now, but in the future... she

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

at all, just look at

Roseanne

how to hide, how to

life like a frog being boiled

yet crazily nourishing the soil, seeking

pressured and

do it, why couldn't

last night did indeed get him

sobriety returned in

that moment, Murray

more you

get close again, he had to take a different

might

QUMS

now,

least, she no longer looked impatient when

...

her

a full day of classes ahead and decided to

smile, her gaze casually catching the man

Grace's eyes flickered.

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