At that moment, Andrew's pale and haggard face reminded Barbara of many past events.
For some reason, Barbara couldn't stop the tears from streaming down her face. They mixed with the blood on her face, washing away the blood stains in her eyes. She could finally see Andrew's face clearly.
Andrew sat beside her, leaning against the car, turning his body so Barbara wouldn't see the iron rod lodged in his chest.
He gently wiped the tears from Barbara's face and whispered, "I'm sorry. I've made you sad again. I'm such a terrible person. Every time I'm around you, I bring you nothing but unhappiness."
Barbara's tears kept flowing, and her voice cracked as she choked out, "It's okay, I don't hate you anymore, Andrew. All that's in the past. Hang in there just a little longer. It's been this
