Dariel and I returned home finally. After weeks of waiting for this moment, I was home with my beloved, right beside him. Looking up at him in endearment, I was sitting on the bed.

He was standing before me. I was holding his large in mine, gripping it firmly to encase it in my palm for eternity to never lose that warmth again.

“You are not angry with me anymore, right?” I asked innocently, looking up at him worriedly.

I couldn’t bear his negligence or rage further, it blanked my mind to the point I failed to process my thinking.

He had turned me blind in love.

“Whatever happened was...