"So this is the conclusion you've come to?" William Griffith's brows furrowed in anger, a tempest brewing in his chest.
Cherish Turner fell silent, simply sticking a band-aid onto his finger.
"I see, I think I understand now." he spoke with a bitter undertone, abruptly standing and striding out of the apartment without a backward glance.
Cherish sat on the sofa, not making an effort to chase after him or call out his name. As the sound of withdrawing footsteps reached her ears, she has known he was gone. Instinctively, she tightened her grip on the band-aid wrapper, a sudden void opening in her heart. The barriers between them were always, layer upon layer.
"What happened to you two?" Elijah Butler, noticing her worried expression, asked in concern.
Cherish paused for a moment before quietly replying, "I don't know."