Anything but that.

The moment he was frightened to confront arrived.

By any possible means, he couldn’t allow himself to become anything else from what he claimed himself to be.

His hands clasped around her body rigidly with no intention of releasing it again.

Failing to maintain eye-contact, Zariah looked down dejectedly, biting her bottom lip to suppress her emotions but couldn’t.

“Don’t say this…. Please.”

Forehead pressed against her shoulder with a lump around his throat that prevented him from shattering into a sob.

“I.. I don’t know you.”

“Zari, please, don’t break my heart, please,”

He shut his eyes more to hold back the tears, the harsh breaths...