I Don't Want You Anymore

Lucho pushed open the door tiredly and found Myesha on the balcony. She curled up on the white carved chair, like a small and lonely cat. When he first met her, she was under twenty. She was slender and weak, but quiet and beautiful. At this time, she was already a child's mother, but she was still so thin. At this moment, his heart ached severely when he looked at her lonely and helpless face, but he didn't know what to do. His life was always smooth, and he seemed to have never met with setbacks. But this time, he made a mistake and got himself into a big trouble. "Myesha." Myesha shuddered, but did not look back. Lucho smiled bitterly and walked to her lightly. He stared at her side face for a while before squatting down, "I'm sorry." Originally, Myesha had managed to calm down, but she suffered violent mood swings again when she heard this. She sniffed and then smiled, "Sorry? But do you think I can accept your apology?" Lucho closed his eyes and laughed self-mockingly, "I know it'