If it had ever stopped, it must have been his illusion.
He had walked out of her home, into the wind and rain, without waving, without speaking, only turning back once—that was the last time he ever looked back at her.
If only he had known.
If it had ever stopped, it must have been his illusion.
He had walked out of her home, into the wind and rain, without waving, without speaking, only turning back once—that was the last time he ever looked back at her.
If only he had known.
OpenNovel