After that day, I told Vincent bluntly,“Don't come looking for me anymore. Even if you do, I won't see you.”
“I told you, we can only be strangers.”
Vincent's eyes were red-rimmed. He clutched my wrist in disbelief, his gaze full of pleading.
“Stella, don't be so heartless to me.”
“You still love me…”
I scoffed.
What nonsense about love.
Back in my past life, that hollow, deceitful love had already sunk to the bottom of the sea with Diana, vanishing completely.
All I knew was that I wanted my sister and me to survive, safe and sound.
Vincent still insisted on coming every day.
I refused to see him, so he would wait for me outside the art studio.
He would stand there all day under the scorching sun.
He kept this up for two weeks.
Then, Vincent disappeared.
I heard from a colleague that he had returned to his home country because something had happened with his family.