Soon she could see him, soon she could snuggle into his embrace like before, wrapping her arms around his neck, allowing him to hold her tight.
She would kiss him, and also act playfully with him.
They... would never be apart again.
Suddenly, a wave of bitterness surged in her throat, her stomach felt like it was twisting violently, just like the sensation of seasickness from that night... she wanted to vomit.
Jasmine Yale covered her mouth and ran painfully into the bathroom.
She leaned over the sink and vomited violently.
She hadn't eaten much at noon; everything came out now, and she felt miserable.
A bitter smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
Rather than suffering alone in this world, it would be better to reunite with him.
After vomiting, she leaned against the sink and found Sylvan Cheney's razor blade.
The blade was very sharp, glinting with a frightening cold light, like icy moonlight, exuding a sense of melancholy and eeriness.
