It Was You

Standing in front of the bed, Martin's deep eyes were dark, and his heart, which was just the size of a palm, was beating wildly in his chest. He just looked at Cassandra quietly, as if he had lived for thousands of years in such a short time.

'What is forever?

What is real?'

All of a sudden, Martin didn't know whether it was true or not, but if all this was just his fantasy, he, a proud and lonely man, wanted to ignore everything and immerse himself in this fantasy for the rest of his life.

He hoped that for the rest of his life, he could see the person he loved dearly and care about her.

Martin reached out his hand and grasped her cold fingers. He pressed her fingers tightly against his chest. When her fingers suddenly touched Martin's fast beating heart, her pupils shrank slightly and she almost blurted out, "Martin!"

Martin seemed to have come to his senses. His eyes were bloodshot and he stared at her with his dark eyes unblinkingly.

She had seen his eyes like this thousands of times. In the past, she only felt fear and resistance, but now, she felt particularly hot, as if she was wrapped in a burning flame, which could easily burn her to ashes.

If love was a strange circle that could not be walked out, she was willing to draw a circle as a prison now.

"Cassandra, do you know how scared I was?" His hands trembled uncontrollably, and his throat seemed to be blocked by lumps of cotton, making him unable to speak fluently.

Cassandra looked up, as if she had passed through her previous life and this life, through the life and death barrier. She looked at Martin quietly, smiled, and said, "Don't be afraid, sweetheart, I will never leave you again. I will never let you go even if you drive me away."

Although those memories were still intermittent and out of order, she still had a lot of doubts. What kind of entanglement was in those memories that had been deliberately forgotten was no longer important now.

at her, his chest seeming to be cut by a thin blade, and the bitterness that had been suppressed for so many years seemed to be unbearable at once. He gritted his teeth tightly until a blood smell came from his mouth, and it was not until Cassandra half got up from the bed and was extremely weak. Holding his face with the hand inserted by the syringe, she shouted at him anxiously,

a frown between his eyebrows, he held Cassandra's hand and helped her to lie back on

of yourself first? What's wrong with you? How can you hurt yourself like this? Does it hurt? Where is Kevin? Let

stared at her in silence. It was obvious that she said something harsh, but in his ears, it

be

Martin's dark eyes seemed to be flickering with two clusters of flames. He said, "No,

hurt. I'm

like a heavy thunder, hitting Cassandra's heart so

huge room fell into a strange dead

Martin helplessly and said in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you a

him in person to go through the darkest

his head and remained silent

being bullied seemed not so difficult to bear now. He trampled on the blood and bones to today step by step, and finally waited

remember even if they were destined to be in the dead bones

long as

of his defenses and his deep hostility. The coldness in his deep eyes faded away gradually. He just looked at her without

"Cassandra, I love you."

dark and endless abyss. A thin white light lit up the darkest part of his heart, which seemed to have a purulent tumor. Now,

bad ending, and he never cared about what would happen to

on an endless