Stuck In His Heart

Consuela thought that as long as Sheryl explained to him, he would be able to believe that she wasn't willing to do that. He was the only person she loved all the time! She could completely pretend not to have heard those sarcastic words! Now, it seemed that her explanations were powerless. The person that Harry liked was not her at all! No wonder he didn't believe her! Then, what was the use of her explanation? Did she need to explain?

A bitter smile crept up her face. The tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"You are the one I love, Sheryl." Harry cast an affectionate glance at Sheryl and twisted his mouth. He didn't even glance at Consuela.

Sheryl was amused by the funny look on his face, which stung Consuela's heart.

Consuela didn't say another word. Tears coursed down her cheeks. She picked up her purse, stood up and left without hesitation.

"Harry, I like you, too. Where are you going, Consuela? "

Behind her came the shriek of Sheryl, and Consuela sped up her pace. She felt a sharp pain in her heart, and she didn't want to stay there any longer!

The wind whizzed past, indicating that Consuela had left. Harry didn't turn around or even looked at her at all. All of a sudden, he felt like something had been lost forever, and he could never get it back.

He frowned and lowered his head slightly.

With a joyful smile, Sheryl watched Consuela leave and thought, 'You're no match for me, Consuela1’

***

Consuela walked on the street, in a daze. Her tears had already been dried up by the gales of wind. Her face was drained of color. All she could think of right now was only one figure. The figure slowly intertwined and gradually formed into a beautiful picture, which was so beautiful yet heart breaking.

your face will be ruined if you continue crying!

hurt? Does it

"Consuela..."

had said to her. But she could never

end, it was fixed at the moment when Harry

felt terrible, to the bone, so painful that

it come

herself the same question again and again, but she couldn't get an

in her mind stopped rolling in her mind. She seemed to

"Crack!"

voice pierced the sky and brought Consuela back to her senses. With a confused expression, she tilted her head to the side.

Watch your steps! Are your

head out and glared at Consuela. An impatient look was written all over his

standing in the middle of the road. If the driver hadn't braked hard, she would have been

feeling guilty. She bowed down slightly and stepped back to a safe place.

be absent-minded on the road next time! If I hadn't been good at driving,

as he finished speaking, he withdrew his gaze from Consuela,

couldn't take steps this time. It was more like she didn't know where to go

stretched out his arms, threw her into the car and closed the door

Consuela

back to her senses, the car had