The heart feels as if it's being twisted by a knife.
She was merely heartbroken over his bloody cough and unconsciousness, but to him, he'd rather die than let anyone interfere in his life.
She was an outsider, from start to finish.
The most tormenting period for her was when she clearly recognized her own status for the second time.
The first time, to him, she didn't even need to remember her face.
The second time, to him, no matter how long she accompanied him, he could abandon her whenever he wanted.
Later, it could be seen as giving up; she understood better how she'd presumptuously overthought.
She was never anyone to him, never was, a one-sided affection for five years. Even if he was the only man who existed in her life, to that man who knew nothing, she was as insignificant as a bubble.
Women can be so foolish sometimes, giving their body to someone, easily letting their heart follow suit, unable to control it.
She started focusing all her energy on work.
