The footsteps outside the door passed by and didn't come back.
He must still be watching the movie!
She couldn't sleep but didn't feel like watching a movie either.
Seeing Forrest and Jenny's love story always makes her shed tears; it's just a movie, yet she perceives a tragic sadness in it.
Valentine Teller's nose felt sore.
She didn't know when Mark Reed would tire of her, nor did she know how long she could maintain her emotional defenses.
The unpredictable future was like an unknown black hole, making her afraid, making her anxious.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of a water glass falling to the floor, not just one or two, but several, crashing down noisily.
Valentine's heart tightened; she sat up abruptly, ears straining to listen closely, but it was already silent.
Perhaps Mark had accidentally knocked over the glasses; it should be nothing, she thought, lying back down on the bed, though her heart couldn't calm down.
