Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 210

"Dawn" for morning, "dusk" for evening—the meaning was the same, but the expression was far more subtle. As she finished, Seren's gaze lingered on the words.

*Morning to night, year after year.*

It was only then that she realized, deep in her heart, that she truly wanted to spend the rest of her life with Lennon.

When she came out of her studio, her phone lit up with a new message. It was from Sheridan. Actually, there were three.

[Seren, can you come down? I need to talk to you.]

[I came all this way to find you. Don't be so heartless, please?]

[If you don't come down, I'll wait. I'll wait until you do.]

Seren walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down. Sure enough, a dark figure stood under the streetlight, a lonely and desolate silhouette. It was Sheridan. She went downstairs and showed the messages to Lennon.

"Should we call security to get rid of him?" she asked with a heavy sigh. "I've already said everything there is to say. I don't know what he wants to talk about."

So what if he had traveled thousands of miles to find her? She had done the same for him, journeying from Seaside City to Riverbend City. She had cared for him meticulously for three years and received nothing but neglect in return. Now, he kept emphasizing his long journey, as if she didn't know how far it was, how difficult the journey, how hard it was to adjust. Perhaps because he had never been the one to suffer, he had taken her sacrifice for granted. It was easy to dismiss the pain when the knife wasn't cutting his own skin.

The irony was not lost on her.

In truth, Seren knew Sheridan wasn't deeply in love with her.

People are often obsessed with what they cannot have. That used to be Willa for him; now, it was her.