At night, Zariah's sleep was stolen from her. With his words ringing in her mind, her mind was unable to gain some solace. He might have apologized but those words were not a lie either.

'Zariah, you lie, your love lies.' That was too hard for her to forget.

Uncomfortable in her comfy bed, she stared at the ceiling with a pain becoming her affliction.

'Please... don't hate me.'

Closing her eyes, his face flashed before her eyes, breaking her heart. She couldn't understand. She, who never cried under all circumstances, found herself so weak.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Murmuring painfully, she clenched her chest. Murdering the sob...