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.

will be ruined if

Does it hurt?

"Consuela..."

to her. But she could never go

flashed away like a slideshow, too fast to grasp. In the end, it was fixed at the moment when Harry bent over

anything. But she felt terrible, to the bone, so painful that she couldn't

did it come

again and again, but she couldn't get an answer.

mind

"Crack!"

and brought Consuela back to her senses. With a confused expression, she

your steps! Are

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

of the road. If the driver hadn't braked hard,

and again, feeling guilty. She bowed down slightly and stepped back to

happens, don't be absent-minded on the road next time! If I hadn't been good at driving, you would have been here now!

from Consuela, started the engine and drove off without any

lesson, Consuela sniffed and tried to hold back her tears. She couldn't take steps this time. It was more like

stretched out his arms, threw

cushion, Consuela winced

recover at all. When she came back to her senses, the car had already driven a