"I'm not really hungry." Aldana's fingers slowly traced the pattern of the garland, the petals slightly moist, resembling a woman's face wet with tears. She recalled Norris looking at her with eyes red from crying, and a wave of bitterness surged in her heart.
Even though she hadn't eaten lunch, she was indeed not very hungry, but rather felt blocked up.
Although she had made a promise to meet Norris again, she didn't know if she could hold on until then.
Her whole body and mind were already at the end of their tether, like a gradually loosened bow that was about to snap, already showing faint cracks, not knowing when it would break directly.
She didn't actually want to die; she really wanted to see her daughter again, to have afternoon tea with Norris, to walk with her friends on the sunny streets...
But that was an unattainable luxury now.
Such ordinary wishes were just dreams she could not obtain.
