DARIEL’S POV:-

I went to tell her but I found it extremely hard to do it, like, my words died from within and I had no idea where to start or what to tell her.

My own chains restricted me and now when I had words too, I was incapable of releasing me. My fright had stopped me.

“Dammit.”

Cursing, I was in the hall, pulling my hair in frustration. Making my leg constantly out of disturbance, trying to breath properly but failed. The anxiousness didn’t allow me.

“How do I tell you?” My voice broke, trying to gather my fragmented form but it was becoming difficult.

And when I...