He raised his eyebrows but did not speak as he waited for my next sentence.

"Freya is very similar to Monique. She has Monique's innocence, clarity, enthusiasm and frankness. When I'm with her, sometimes I'll feel like Monique is still here and we're still the same as before."

Looking up at him, I saw that he was listening to me seriously. I continued to say, "Meanwhile, Yana is more like me. She's humble but stubborn; we're probably the same kind of person. I can understand her situation and what she's going through, so I always can't help but want to take care of her."

To be exact, Yana was like the old me from the past. I knew the pain of waiting well, and I understood the feeling of loving someone to the point of distress, but still wanting to hold on just a little longer. After a while, when I saw that Hendrix had not moved, I looked up at him and saw his dark eyes staring at me motionlessly.

The faint spark of fire in his eyes left me stunned for a moment. "Hendrix..."

"I'm sorry!" He reached out and pulled me into his arms. "I will not let those things happen ever again."

Lying in his arms and listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat, I realized later that he was blaming himself.

I could not help but sigh, "Hendrix, I didn't mean to blame you. Please don't overthink this."

was

The significance of our memory was probably a reminder that we should cherish the present and to live

and raised the corners of her

and Pedro who had been chatting for a long while, causing the three of them to

embarrassed from

voice and

Hendrix saying, "We're married.

up and made my way into the living room. It was too awkward for

around the kitchen and thought

that often, I did not know what

to give her

for the call to go through. Her voice came through a

afternoon! What

sounded surprised at my random question. "Why are you suddenly asking me

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