His eyes are always clouded with his lust and compassion. I wonder what lies behind those unfathomable clouds. As I was lost in my thoughts, mother called,

"Hello.," I said.

"Hello, love, how are you?" I always feel elated whenever I hear her voice.

"I am fine. And you?"

"Just missing you. When you are going to pay a visit?" She asked sadly.

"I don't know..." I trailed off.

"How Christian treat you?" She asked. I remained silent for a while and decided to speak the truth,

"I hate his touch. I hate him. Especially his compassion."

"Compassion? Well, I didn't expect you to say that." Mother was amused with...