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When His Eyes Opened by Simple Silence - Chapter 111
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Chapter 111
“I don’t think the reason why Elliot won’t see Avery is that he’s upset…” Jun said. “His bodyguard told me that his face was covered in scratches from the fall. I doubt someone as proud as him would want anyone seeing him in that condition.”
“So, that’s what it is! I have to tell Avery before she overthinks things,” Tammy said, then sent Avery a text telling her what she just heard from Jun.
Avery simply replied with a smiling emoji.
Tammy: (Elliot’s birthday is coming up in a couple of weeks. Have you thought about what you ‘re getting him?]
Avery: (Not yet. I don’t know what to give him.]
Tammy: (Since it’s getting cold out, you should try knitting him a sweater!)
Avery: (Are you serious? Who wears knitted sweaters anymore?!]
Tammy: (Just do it. Men like stuff like that.)
Avery: (Problem is, I don’t know a thing about knitting!)
Tammy: (The people selling the yarn would teach you! Or you could look for tutorials online You’re a smart girl. You’ll figure it out!)
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that I knit
that he still can’t forget his first love because she knitted a sweater for him. He’s kept it all this time… It
puzzled in the snow as
to reality when the cab she had
her.
mother’s apartment with a bag of yarn in her hand
her hand and asked, “Are you knitting
cheeks flushed as she answered, “I’m thinking of making a
look and asked, “For whom? It can’t
added, “Elliot’s birthday is coming up, so I’m making one for him first. That way, the one I make for
just messing with you!” Laura chuckled. “Is it still popular to
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that was
it’s
comeback! Do you know how to knit? It’s
said, “I’ve got two weeks to go. I should be
his wheelchair on the second-floor balcony of his mansion. He was staring
mind had been blank for the past few
if all of the pain and agony
feel like seeing anyone, nor did he want to hear
The only thought that crossed his mind came when his aching body made him think of how things would have turned out if he had fallen to his death.
It was clear to him that nothing would have changed.
The earth would continue to turn.
Those who cried for him would slowly return to their daily lives.
There was nobody in the world who would not be able to live on if someone left.
However, at the end of the day, there was still something that he could not let go of.
He had to stay alive.
His hands tightened around the armrests of his wheelchair as his entire body stiffened.
A tear escaped from the corner of his eye and rolled down his cheek.
Rosalie was sitting in the living room with the doctor standing by her side.
“I’m afraid the accident has caused a recurrence of Elliot’s depression,” reported the doctor.
Rosalie let out a heavy sigh and said, “I thought so. He refuses to talk, and now he’s locked himself up.”