I vehemently shook my head. After that night, I'll come to be more lonely and introverted. I'd sobbed in the middle of the night every time I'll think of the chance that I've lost and plunged.
“No, don't do that, Ulysses.” I glared at him.
It was just the middle of the day, and he was here with me, asking and seeking some advice. I saw how the young Cassian meet Ry on the widescreen. And it's been a while since that day. I've heard from Ulysses that they were dating, things that made him awful unhappy.
“Even just once?” he asked while soaking his feet on the stream, “You'd still don't want?”
I shook my head again. I am not okay with it.
“What I've told you before, Ulysses?” I've chastised as I attempt to divert our topic, “You will get--”
“What I am saying is you can deceive her, Pri
