Christopher sat in the garden as he stared at the sunset. He was painted orange by the color of the sky which made him seem even sadder and lonely. His hot tea had gone cold. Yet, it did not stop him from taking a sip.

 

His left hand curled into a ball as he clenched it so tightly his entire arm was trembling. It was as if he was suppressing something. A sense of emotion flashed past his eyes before it quickly disappeared into his dark eyes.

 

had been standing behind him for a long time now. At last, she decided to approach him as she poured the tea in

you, don’t disturb me when I’m in the garden,” he

nicest to me. Yet, he has never spoken to me in this way. I wonder what made him change? I don’t feel any

upset, okay? I’m merely worried about you,” Monica whispered as she tugged his sleeve. However, Christopher did not say a word but stared at her with coldness

backward when her eyes met his. She felt so naked as Christopher’s piercing gaze

you know how I feel about you all this while. I don’t know if I could do what Ms. Tanner did for you, but I know I’d do the same for you in that

 

sick. Why don’t we try things out?

love me, so you did

mask her cold and selfishness on the inside. She desired to obtain a good reputation and recognition as a pianist. Thus, she framed

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