Chapter 15

The diary entries ended the day they went their separate ways. Upon noticing the faint tear stains on the paper, Lisette felt her heart twist in pain. "I'm sorry." "For what?" Charles entered the room, opening a drawer from which he took out a hairdryer to dry Lisette's hair with. The moment the tips of his fingers grazed Lisette's scalp, the atmosphere around them became charged. And yet Charles said, in a rare display of seriousness, "I'm sorry, Lisette. I didn't know your mother fell ill. Not only did I not take some of the burden off you, but I ran off to another country because I was mad at you. "I'm sorry for letting you suffer alone for so long." He had gone overseas because Lisette's cruel words had hurt him too deeply. For a long time, he dared not ask anyone about Lisette. He'd even skipped classmate gatherings because they might bring her up. He buried himself under his heaping pile of work, numbing himself for years, but he couldn't help missing her anyway. His longi