"Mabel." He gently called her name, "How about coming back to me? Everything can still be like it was before. You still have feelings for me, don't you? Otherwise, just now, you would have pushed me away, wouldn't you?"
Her heart became even more flustered, "No... I just, because earlier you... seemed like you were about to cry, so I didn't push you away."
Oh God, even she didn't know what she was talking about anymore.
"If I cried, would you come back to me?" he said softly, "Or would you, like my mother, rather be so resolute and refuse to return to my side?"
Those jet-black phoenix eyes, like a pitch-black night sky, without a trace of starlight, as if for him, there was no glimmer of hope ahead.
Mabel Quinn was momentarily speechless, not knowing what to respond.
"What would it take for you to come back? If I said, I love you, and I'm willing to believe every word you say, would you? Would you come back to me and regard me as the most important person?"
