This truth was unbearable for me, my tears kept on falling. I felt a problem in breathing, I was standing there with a body without a soul. He took away my soul.

He is the kind of person who only loves his dreams; emotions mean nothing to him. I didn't have this bad feeling when I lost my Mum.

At that time, I was able to hold myself, I fell on the ground, but thanks to Mary she held me tightly and saved me from falling on the ground.

Marco was still not done spitting poison from his mouth and continued, "Oh! Yes, I remember you wanted to recover my...