'What happened to you?'
"Leave," she raised her voice, it trembled, a command, laced with desperation, emotions I could not comprehend, that ripped through the storming thoughts of my mind.
A thousand reasons, questions, everything I had constructed, crumbled to dust.
Her gaze held mine as if I had not abandoned, but drowned her in the river with my very two hands―as if I could desire nothing more than her demise.
.
.
She silently stared at me, her gaze a cold, emotionless abyss before she replied with frost in her words, "I would rather die."
And I knew she meant it.
Her rage, her sorrow, and her hatred were etched somewhere deep in my heart.
I should have honored her wishes, but nothing was right about her. She was suffering, she was alone, but she would also withdraw herself whenever I neared to close to our past, or hers.
She was cold at the implication of coming back with me… what was I supposed to do? Nothing seemed right, nothing seemed enough.
