As Mary told me that she had seen Ethan going to the art room, I reached there. I gasped and my eyes dilated in horror as I saw one of our paintings slowly burning. How could he burn our memories? I feel like our love is burning with this.

No, I won't let it burn. I'll protect our memories and love both.

I rushed to the painting and, without caring about anything else, I tried to extinguish it with my hands, burning them. I just want to protect it, no matter what. My inner pain is so much that I'm not feeling any physical pain right now. Silent tears are...