I should have killed you

At that moment Alice thought she would remember this image for the rest of her life. Zayden stood there, tenderly and fondly looking at her. They were only separated by a busy street, and they could see each other. It appeared to be nothing out of the ordinary as if it was just a husband picking up his wife from work and taking her home. Step by step, Alice approached him and he extended his hand to her. They then clutched each other’s hands tightly. Though they had much to say to each other. Instead, they didn’t say anything and just hugged each other. By pressing their palms together, Zayden and Alice expressed the emotions they had suppressed for a long time in their unique way. Zayden held her tightly as if he never wanted her to let her go. He eventually calmed down after a while. “Alice, let’s go home.” He spoke in hushed tones as if he was about to cry. Deeply touched, Alice buried her face in his chest and then nodded. “Ahem, Mr. Collins, we can’t leave the car here for too lon