"Diana?" I didn’t answer Wallace. I just kept sniffing and crying while treating his wound. "Diana."

"Where else does it hurt?" I ask. I'm not used to seeing him like this. In the few months, we have been together I have not seen him physically hurt. But now, apart from the cracked eyebrow and his lower lip, he still has a lot of bruises on his body.

Seeing him hurting like this is triple pain I received. Especially I know that the reason why it happened to him is because of me and I can do nothing but just cry and cry.

“Stop crying. I’m ok.” When he said that,...