Your Love Is But a Dream

Chapter 129

Clara’s gaze lingered on the final sentence of the letter, her hands trembling slightly.

When had poured his heart out onto the paper, as though he had laid his soul bare

This wasn’t the When she knew. Her impression of him had always been of reservation and self–restraint. She never expected Wren to leave her a letter like this–one that stirred the still waters other heart.

How could she not be moved? She was just an ordinary person among the masses. She too had emotions and desires and experienced joy and sorrow like anyone else. Let alone the fact that this was the man she had loved for years.

Even though she had already chosen to let go and move on, her heart couldn’t help but tremble when she learned that her feelings hadn’t been unrequited all these years.

It turned out, they once had a chance to be together. So, their feelings for each other had always been mutual

But why? Why had wren pushed her away time and time again, hurting her like that?

Tears splashed onto the paper, blurring the ink. Clara’s hands trembled uncontrollably, and she couldn’t hold back her sobs. A sour, indescribable pain spread through her chest. She suddenly hated Wren.

“truths“, she could have kept telling herself that he just didn’t love her. He had

going to

Clara dreamed of many past

watched herself in the dream. Her gaze toward Wren shifted from dependence to admiration and finally

moth to a flame, diving headfirst into her love for

woke up, Clara was still clutching the letter, and there were dried tears on her face. Her eyes were swollen and aching from crying. Even without a mirror, she knew

to wash up She still had classes today–reality wouldn’t allow her to dwell in the

crying was enough. She would allow herself

decided she should apply some makeup to cover up. She didn’t

getting ready, and her gaze fell once more

never

before opening the box. Seeing the familiar emerald green bracelet, she couldn’t

into the picture, Wren had always fulfilled her every request. No matter what it was, as long as it caught her eye, it would be waiting