Chapter 919

Chapter 919 High School Chronicles: The End of Youth

Wesley fought back his pain and replied, "No."

"Then what is it?" Emelie asked, confused and hurt. "Wesley, you can tell me anything, just like you said. That's what girlfriends are for. Even if I can't solve your problems, at least I can listen. Talking things out often feels better than keeping them bottled up inside.

"Of course, if you really need space, I can give you that. But you can't just disappear on me. I'll worry, overthink, and it'll be really painful for me."

Wesley felt a stab in his heart when he heard her mention her pain. However, he wasn't allowed to say anything. "Eme, let's just leave it here. I'll have someone take you home," he said.

Emelie's eyes suddenly welled up with tears. "Is this it? Wesley, are you breaking up with me?"

Wesley hesitated, gulping. He couldn't bring himself to say "yes", but he couldn't say "no" either.

During his ten seconds of silence, Emelie's eyelashes fluttered like broken butterfly wings. Without warning, tears poured from her eyes, streaming down her cheeks.

Wesley was taken aback by her tears and moved forward to say something. However, Emelie retreated, turning and running away.

Wesley's first instinct was to chase after her, but Yennifer appeared in time. "Wes! Don't make things worse." He stopped abruptly.

The Graham family residence was halfway up a hill. Emelie ran down the mountain path, desperately wiping away her tears, but it was like trying to stop the flow of water with a knife. Her hot tears kept spilling over her cheeks.

Autumn wasn't a good season. Everything withered.

with her vision blurred and running too fast, Emelie tripped over her own feet and fell. She returned home in disarray, hiding under her desk, hugging her knees, biting her hand.

She feared that her parents downstairs would hear her, so she dared not cry out loud.

Her hand was marked with deep bites from her teeth, and she shivered with every breath, sobbing in the most painful way.

She cried nearly all night.

The next morning, when Greta called her to get up, her eyes were swollen like walnuts. Her head was pounding as she hoarsely said, "Mom..."

flowing again,

I don't want to go to school. My head hurts so much. I'm in so much pain." Emelie buried herself

which was slightly warm. Hence, she

today. I'll call your teacher and explain. Eme, where else do you feel unwell? Have some breakfast,

let me sleep a little longer.

but Emelie just cried herself to sleep, drifting drowsily

find her way, she ran into a tall boy with a student council armband. She hurriedly called out to

she suddenly heard the sound of a violin. She turned around

violin rested on his shoulder as she casually

state-level competition, where she happened to have menstrual cramps. She sat on the bus, sweating and pale,

together was less than a hundred days, there

the end of the dream, it was a school day with students

Wesley rode a bicycle and said, "Get on. We can still watch the tide roll in. Didn't you say

the wind filling his uniform. He was usually indifferent to others but was warm and passionate with her, like the rising tide by

only the calm sea. She felt a sense of loss, helplessly watching everything fade

without any warning. After all, it didn't

She was trapped in her own confusion and turmoil,

that. Hence, he decided to find

parents disapproved of him

he was casually strolling around, as if

up. He grabbed Wesley by the collar. "If you're not serious about Emelie, why do you keep warning

I break up with

gym across the

"What?" Wesley was confused.

his collar. "If you lose, you'll leave the city and never appear in

the

not holding back at

gave his all, he couldn't change the outcome between

ran

rearview mirror and ultimately couldn't bear to

Mercianna. If you can take over the Filo family, we'll have a chance to avenge the Pierce family. After we succeed, we can come back and be reunited

away, opened the car door, and ran

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