I have been discharged finally.

"Do you want to go home or somewhere else?" He asked.

"Somewhere like?" I asked feebly, I am feeling so weak, I am sitting on the bed, all those drips and stuff is finally off from me.

"Like a park or a restaurant or your mother's place?" He suggested. My heart skipped a beat, my grip on my dress tightened when I heard the word 'park', I am never going there. Never.

I began to quiver looking down, Christian pulled me in an embrace and kissed my head. I held his shirt tightly, trembling violently.

"Shh... it's okay. I am here. By your side." He...