"Enough!" Laura shouted, her face pale as she walked back to Darren's side.
"You can't stand me, so I'll leave. It has nothing to do with my mother! I'll do as you wish and never come back..."
Under the moonlight, Laura seemed so fragile, as if a gust of wind could shatter her into pieces. She stood there before Darren, tears glistening in her eyes.
"If you don't even cherish my own love, then so be it..."
Darren's tousled hair covered his eyes. He lifted his head slightly, staring at Laura, his voice growing even more somber.
"A person who said she wanted to be my wife at eighteen, what does she even understand about love? Or is it just about using me? Stop pretending. It’s been seven years, haven't you pretended enough?"
"Darren, the one who truly lacks courage is you!"
Laura's eyes turned red, her tears falling uncontrollably in large drops. All the accumulated grievances transformed into anger and hurt.
"My love is honest and clear, I don't have any hidden motives! There’s nothing up my sleeve! It's your pride, it's your own guilt! Even if you don't love me, you shouldn't trample on my sincere feelings. You are the true coward..."