The pack house was quiet as Zique walked into it. The night had gotten darker and the breeze had somehow gotten colder, so cold that even his heart was trembling...

Or perhaps the quiver in his heart wasn’t caused by the cold wind, but by the regret that was engraved within him. Her face had looked so sad and the tears that ran down her cheeks were what buried him in anxiety.

Lamentation was killing him slowly, he felt like he was ice placed under the hot sun, melting so slow and yet so fast. He did not mean to hurt her and yet he did...

He was such a f*cking idiot; an idiot in love. Before her, he was prepared to die and now instead of peacefully dying, he was trying all he could to live...and this was the only thing he could think of.

F*cking hell! He shouldn’t have told her she was useless and he shouldn’t have told her to reject him either. It’ll all just hurt her way more than it should. She must be thinking that he’s throwing her away, that because she was incapable of getting p