The beast held me as I leaned on him, crying intensely.

Remembering Jasmine, did make me want to run into a box, and hide myself from it all.

“She was my sister.”

In a husky and hushed tone, I said.

“And you lost her, didn’t you?” he asked.

 “She was just 9…”

I brokenly let out, shivering. My body pondered as I said those words, with so much hurt withheld in my chest.

“I lost someone too.”

He suddenly let out.

“I might not know what it’s like but I remember having an empty feeling.” he added, gently.

“She was my mum.”

“And her death was unforeseen. She died in...