บท 358: Writer

Meanwhile, Maxen was sitting on the edge of the bed, arms on his thighs, and his room was completely dark. The only light source was the sconce outside, filtering through the window. 

"I hated you once…"

"I had this dream where I felt trapped…"

"Do you think I drive you crazy? You drove me to insanity, Max…"

"I wish you could be me for a day, so you have an idea how much I love you…"

Cosette's words kept replaying in Maxen's head for hours. He knew what she was saying was from a dream she had. However, the more she talked about it, the more she sounded like it actually happened. 

The repressed emotions in her voice were real. It didn't only sound sincere, but at the same time, he could feel the pain in it. It was as though Cosette had been in pain all this time, but chose to disregard the pain because it was futile.