“You almost let the nurses see everything. You’re so annoying.”
Cedric quickly covered her mouth, his eyes darting around.
“Keep your voice down. Someone will hear!”
Ophelia chuckled, her hands playfully punching his chest.
“Now you care about keeping things quiet. Last night, didn’t you want everyone to hear?”
Cedric smiled, pulling her closer, pressing her head against his chest, and wrapping his arms around her waist.
Dione stood frozen, her body trembling uncontrollably. Her fist was clenched so tightly it felt as though her nails were digging into her skin.
At home, she collapsed, gathering everything that reminded her of the two of them and taking it to the rooftop. There, she set it all ablaze.
As the flames roared to life, her long-suppressed anger and sorrow seemed to dissolve into the heat of the fire.
By the time everything had nearly burned away, Cedric’s call had interrupted the moment.
Dione hesitated for a few seconds before answering.
“Dione, you’re not mad, right? Ophelia twisted her foot; it was badly swollen. I just took her to the hospital.”
“You know, she was in a car accident a few days ago…”