Darryl's face become pale as a cloud of unfathomable pain sipped thought his vein. He had never known fear until today, when Xhemin stood in front of him, pulling her arms from his grip and with a pack of bag ready to go.
Shaking, Darryl reduced himself into begging, "Xhemin Don't leave me… please I beg you…."
"No Darryl!...." Xhemin panic when Darryl started his pleading. She was already having hard time putting up a strength to go and the view of the Lagdamoe heir setting away his pride to beg her was too much for her.
"Don't ask me that... how could ask me that…" Frustrated she cried more. Why was it so hard for her to leave Darryl behind?
Right then, as if too much words had been said, Darryl imprisoned Xhemin in his arms not willing to let her go. He whispered into his ears and shooed her tears to comfort her, " shhh….Xhemin please don't go… I can't let you go.."
