Let Go of Her

I shook my head evasively. I couldn't answer this question, or I had an answer from the very beginning. Even if I couldn't forgive Carroll, I wouldn't hate him. Because he was the man I cared about the most. Lost in my own thoughts, I failed to notice the change on Sol's expression. My life wouldn't be eventful if I was discreet enough to notice that. However, that was me, and that was why the others would comment on my life that fortune favored fools. Sol was attentive to me and prepared the best stuff for me to eat, use, and play with. However, I was unhappy. I could go nowhere but stayed in this beautiful house. Sol insisted that he did so for my health and safety. I had a feeling that I was grounded in this house, but I couldn't find the evidence to support my suspect. ... Three days soon passed. I got up early, dressed up, and then waited in my room. I didn't know what I was expecting. I had nightmares for the past two days. In the dreams, the dead of Phoenix Village called me the