Looking down, his wretched heart threw him into a desolation where thinking straight was no longer possible, the pain had stolen his cognition.

Petrified, I was on the ground, holding the hem of my dress weakly, “I am sorry, Dariel, I am so sorry… I don’t know how it happened, please forgive me. I remember nothing, believe me.” I whispered desperately.

“There is nothing left to believe. You have shattered the pride I held in you.” He growled, glaring at me. Blending the sound of my sobs with his piercing ones, I gradually brought my hand to him but he slapped it away.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Dariel, please.” I cried,...