Chapter 77. Memories

Wayne's POV

"Isn't this perfume my present to you? I hugged her, but she just pushed me away from her and hammered a few nails into me because of the simple thing she did to me. I couldn't look at her because she wouldn't have hesitated to stand up for what she said. If she was kidding, she would have given back her words because my heart couldn't handle it any longer.

"Can you hear me?" Her voice was faint, but her every word was fierce. I'm curious about her explanation since I can't understand what she claimed about suddenly choking on my love for her if just yesterday we were OK. If I act like this, I don't look like a man. My existence revolved around her, and I don't know how to rotate my world without her presence.

"I can't hear you..." Even though we were just a few feet apart, I wasn't sure if she could hear what I was saying since my voice was so feeble. My throat is clogged with moss, preventing me from uttering what