In front of others, she would suppress her grief.
But when she was alone, she would always cry out loud.
"Sylvan Cheney, you're so heartless... how could you leave me alone..." Jasmine Yale choked, "You're always like this, never fulfilling the promises you made to me. You said you'd take me to see fireflies in the summer, and now there's still over three months until summer arrives, but why are you ignoring me..."
He ignored her and would ignore her for the rest of his life.
No one openly told her what happened to Sylvan Cheney, but she knew in her heart that he would not return.
Jasmine Yale was engulfed in suffocating pain.
Time wouldn't wait, and neither would he.
The book on the table was dampened, and her pale face was streaked with glistening tears.
While crying, perhaps too exhausted, Jasmine Yale fell into a deep sleep.
The golden sunlight shone on her face, her tear-streaked face as fragile as thin white paper, as if it would tear with a gentle fold.
