Suddenly, the door to my bedroom shook as someone shouted loudly. I heard someone yelling, but the door did not move. I heard someone knock, but the door did not move. The knocker was Dylan, but the door did not move. "Ella?" It was Dylan. Luke must have given up. Since I could not see him now, I
could not speak to him, but I couldn't forget the image of the gold watch he wore on his right wrist. I hadn't realized for a long time that he was knocking on my door for a long time, and I had been unaware that he had been trying to open it for quite some time. My chest was starting to tighten again after he walked away from me at Lang's bar, and I tried to calm myself down with a few deep breaths, but I could still not forget his back of head at Lang's bar. There was no way Luke could be ther
