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! So stop crying!

hurt? Does it hurt? Are you

"Consuela..."

had said to her. But she could

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

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

come to this?’

same question again and again, but she couldn't

The painful memories about the two persons in her mind stopped rolling

"Crack!"

back to her senses. With a confused expression, she tilted

Are your eyes

and glared at Consuela. An impatient

realized that she was standing in the middle of the road. If the driver hadn't

sorry! I'm so sorry!" Consuela apologized again and again, feeling guilty. She bowed down slightly and stepped

a lesson. No matter what happens, don't be absent-minded on the road next time! If I hadn't been

speaking, he withdrew his gaze from Consuela, started the engine and drove

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

roadside. Before Consuela could react, someone stretched out his

the cushion, Consuela winced in

to her