NovelFastChapter 446 No Point in Holding On Dalton: "Because I really don't care anymore. So you- Dalton: "You should move on too. There's no need to look back." No need to look back...
Winston stared at those words, and something sharp jabbed at his chest.
48 Pearls The pain was subtle but persistent, spreading slowly from the center of his chest to every nerve ending in his body.
He took a deep breath, gripping his phone tighter in both hands. Then he typed- Winston: "So what does that mean?" Dalton: "It means stop bringing it up." Winston closed his eyes. The tension in his jaw was visible, and his knuckles had gone white.
He gritted his teeth and typed again.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Winston": "So this attitude of yours-should I take it as you not wanting to make peace?" No reply cright away.
Winston's eyes stayed fixed on the screen, unmoving. His mind was stuck on the words Dalton had already sent.
About five minutes passed before the next message cthrough.
Dalton: "I just don't think there's any point in holding on. It's meaningless. People should look forward." Winston: "So?" Winston: "How do you feel aboutnow?" Winston: "Planning to just let it go?" Dalton: "Not exactly." Dalton: "But you said you wanted to talk, so I figured we should get it over with." Dalton: "Once it's all said and done, neither of us has to keep dwelling on it." Winston gave a faint, bitter smile.
"Winston": "But you haven't actually letsay anything. You keep dodging it, haven't you?" Another pause.
Then a new message cin.
Dalton: "Because I don't want to think about it anymore. Isn't it better if we both forget it ever happened?" 09:19 Wed, 11 Jun G Chapter 446 No Point in Holding On Winston pressed his lips together, frozen for a moment. Then, slowly, he typed Winston: "So, we..." His fingers stopped.
He stared at the screen, his eyes dark and clouded with uncertainty.
Was there even a point in asking? Then Dalton replied.
Dalton: "We what? Just say it."
Winston bit the inside of his cheek.
After hesitating for several seconds, he finally sent what he'd been holding back.
Winston: "If you don't want to talk about the past, then what aboutm now? Or the future? Can we still be friends, like before?" The moment the message was sent, an anxious weight pressed down on his chest.
He was hoping-genuinely repair something that had once meant a lot.
Winston had never had many friends.
So the ones he did have, he valued.
He wasn't heartless-not to the people who had really cared for him.
Then cthe reply.
Dalton: "Honestly, I think this is fine.
Just Just casual-someone youned to lif you run into them." A nodding acquaintance? Winston felt another sharp pang in his chest.
His eyes narrowed. Jaw clenched. Breath stilled.
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