A dull sound of something falling faded and was replaced by a loud crunch that tore through the silence. Tears fell from her eyes and touched the broken glass pieces and shattered plastic. She stared at Elder P, not managing to bring a word out as the grip on her throat intensified.
Instead, she weakly mouthed a 'help' but Elder P's indifferent face cut deep into her heart before it fell to the broken glasses and the destroyed flower ornament Elder P gave her.
She gave everything of her. Loved him. Admired him. Helped him. Yet why was he just idly standing by, watching how another male touched her with the blazing intent to end her life?
Sera didn't understand. She didn't want to. Now without her glasses, she could barely see the outline of Elder P's figure and with the tears in her eyes, it only became more blurry.
