"Let's break up."
As Amelia Lockhart's words fell, the house grew so quiet it was suffocating. The only sound was the TICK-TOCK of the clock.
Amelia didn't dare to look him in the eye. She just kept her gaze lowered, staring at the ring in her hand.
It was a beautiful ring.
The crystal-clear ring sparkled, pure and beautiful—just like Ethan Quinn's heart, open and true for all to see.
Too bad she wasn't the one it was meant for.
Amelia Lockhart reached out, took his hand, and placed the ring in his palm. "I've been wanting to tell you this for a while. I was being indecisive, which is why I've dragged it out until now. I truly did like you before, but that feeling has slowly faded over time."
"Maybe I'm just a fickle person. I get what I want and then I don't know how to cherish it. Just forget about me. It's not worth it."
Amelia Lockhart had rehearsed these words for a long time to be able to say them so smoothly today.
