"What does that have to do with you?"

Holly lowered her gaze and avoided his eyes. Her voice had gained a mature allure compared to the past.

She spoke calmly, "Aren't you the one who abandons people after they outlived their usefulness, Lorian? Aren't you the one who gives up when things don't feel right?

"If we liken people to rags, then I'm the rag… Not you."

"It's true. I was the one who left first, but why did I have to leave?"

It was because Lorian neglected Holly. He didn't care about her.

In their early twenties, he had told her that he'd take her with him wherever he went in the future. They'd never be apart.

After they had been together for six years, Lorian told Holly to wait for him in Silvercrest.

As far as he was concerned, his career and offspring were more important than her. She went from being first in his heart to last.

That wasn't what real love was. No one could be that busy that they were occupied from morning till night.

If it took Lorian two days to