“That’s the most beautiful thing about it, Sebastian. It all happened, it passed…”

She began to say mockingly, sadly, turning to me, pointing her finger at my chest.

“Yet you engraved it on your body to remind me about those times.”

Growling, she expressed the reason why she was outraged, because I carved a reminder on my skin but- I ask-

“What difference could it make? Just like you are finding your peace in telling Asad about our personal matters, I found mine in this.”

I needed solace too, I needed punishment too because as far as my cognition could extent, only a question arose in my heart;

What did...