He raised his head and looked at the blue sky, even clearer and more beautiful than yesterday, without a trace of white clouds. Yet, his heart was hidden in a veil of gloom, as though it would never see the light of day again.
He murmured softly, "Isabel, is it really so hard for you to have even a tiny bit of space for me in your heart?"
Isabel felt as if her throat were blocked by something, making it hard for her to speak.
Her hands clenched into fists as she looked at the documents that Percy had spread all over the floor, and a sour feeling welled up in the bottom of her eyes.
After a while, she sniffled, her voice hoarse as she stared at the photo of Percy caught sleeping that she had secretly taken last night, "You're right. I did want to turn myself in. Ever since I returned to the country, I've been waiting for this day. I waited for a long time, and finally, it came... "