Failing to bear his presence, I was in the room. Pressing my palm against my chest, no matter what, he was the man I had given my heart.

Leaving him was too difficult for me, especially after his confession.

‘How would I convince this heart of mine?’ Thinking with agony, I took rapid breaths until I recognized his footsteps outside my room.

“Saafia,” His soft resonance called me.

Closing my eyes, the creaking sound of the door being closed reached me. I didn’t dare to turn until his tall form was behind me with a keen gaze.

“Leave, Dariel, please.” I whispered those words so weakly that they faded before...