Shane Winchester lowered his gaze, yet uncontrollably, a clear tear spilled out of his eyes once again.
In his mind, he continually saw images of Alice Smith that day—her frail and slender figure, her scarred skin, and her indifferent, distant gaze. Then just like that, with a loud bang, she vanished into smoke.
She was gone forever from his sight, never to reappear.
He once believed that the person he deeply loved was Mackenzie Grant, that girl who was as gentle as the girl next door. He wasn't sure if he ever loved her; after all, the obsession of these years had deeply seeped into his bones and was certainly not false.
Yet Jackson Sully's arrival quietly took over his heart. All his joys and sorrows, love and hate seemed to spring into existence overnight because of that woman, and yet they seemed destined to die out because of her as well.
