"Yolanda, Yolanda..." Chris Fern's gentle voice resonated in her ear.
He noticed something was terribly wrong with Yolanda beneath him, his face filled with anxiety.
He reached out to turn on the bedside lamp.
As the light switched on, as expected, Yolanda's face was pale, her eyes hollow and devoid of energy, unfocused.
"Yolanda."
Chris Fern dared not to make any movement, he gently lifted her up, holding her in his arms.
"Chris..." Yolanda cried, holding onto his waist.
Mentions from over twenty years ago flashed in her mind. However, she didn't dare to think any further.
In extreme pain, even her breaths felt cold.
She leant into Chris Fern's arms in fear.
The shadows of the past still lingered in her mind, impossible to forget.
Back then, she had nobody, not Chris Fern, nor anyone else. All she had was endless darkness and pain she can never forget.
"It's okay, I'm here." Chris Fern helped her into her nightdress.
"Chris, I'm sorry..."
