Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

"I love you, and I don't care who you love. I don't care if I'm not in your heart, but you can only be mine."

What's this about wanting the soul but not the body, or the body but not the soul? He wants both.

If he had to choose just one, there's no doubt, it would have to be the body.

With the body, having the person by your side, constant as the tides, time grinding away bit by bit, sooner or later, I'll make you mine.

Tyrone was unlike anyone else, unlike anyone Quintessa had ever met. She didn't know how to describe Tyrone.

Sometimes he was like a child, other times a troublemaker, and yet, he could also take on the world for her. She had hated him, used him, and now... she didn't know what she felt for him. Quintessa had always held her defenses tight, fully aware of her situation, knowing what she had to do, and understanding what would come after everything was done.

She knew she wasn't heading for a good end...

She didn't believe she deserved to love or be loved.

Looking into Tyrone's eyes, Quintessa felt a tumult of emotions. If only she were just a regular office worker, just an ordinary girl, how wonderful that would be!

Tyrone saw the struggle in Quintessa's eyes, her soul tormented.

Biting his lip, Tyrone steeled himself, not interrupting her. She almost wanted to say: forget it, if you don't know how to answer, then don't.

But then he thought about the stakes, thought about Alexander, Jonathan, and Snow. Damn it!

Quintessa's hands clutched at the fabric of her clothes, palms sweaty, her throat burning.

Quintessa wanted to see her own heart clearly, but she couldn't. It felt like her heart wasn't there anymore, that space was empty.

Panic set in for Quintessa, for the first time showing her disarray in front of Tyrone. Her eyes betrayed unspeakable fear, her lips quivering, "I... I don't know. It's like... I... might not know how to love someone anymore..."

Since witnessing her mother's death, Quintessa had bid farewell to her childhood in that instant. Her world skipped over adolescence entirely, maturing in an instant amidst her mother's blood and corpse.

That's when she knew: I don't want others to love me, and I don't need to love others. I must become. strong, I must seek vengeance, I must become cold and ruthless.

Because she was so insignificant, so small, easily crushed by anyone.

She dared not to get attached, dared not to have friends, fearing a slight mistake would doom her forever.

When someone becomes cold and heartless for too long, perhaps, they truly lose the ability to love, because they can't find where their heart truly lies.

It's like a habit, not formed overnight, but once established, it's hard to break.

Quintessa was like that. Before, she didn't see anything wrong with it. She thought it was fine; she could ignore everyone.

But... now, when someone different tells her, "I offer you a lifetime, do you want it?" it struck Quintessa hard, making her realize she couldn't find her heart. But...

Quintessa's eyes were dry; she had no tears left to cry. She opened her mouth, and after a while, she said, "But I don't want to refuse, so what should I do?" Yes, she didn't want to refuse.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.