The shock of the scene and the guilt in her heart became tears, spilling uncontrollably from her eyes.
Annabelle Linton's heart shattered as she looked at him.
She felt like a jinx, bringing disaster to others no matter where she went.
'When will I finally stop hurting people?'
Aaron Wyatt just sat there, eyes downcast and lifeless, silently lost in his own world.
His right hand was wrapped in white gauze, with blood seeping through. Two buttons on his shirt were unfastened, giving him a cold, detached air.
When Leona Grant did it, he looked roguishly handsome, casual, and cool. When Aaron Wyatt did it, he just looked lonely and desolate.
Tears streaming down her face, Annabelle Linton ran to Aaron Wyatt and crouched in front of him. With red-rimmed eyes, she demanded, "Why are you doing this to yourself?!"
"Aaron Wyatt, do you think this is funny? Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?!"
