[WARNING: It's not depressing but a sad chapter ahead. Read at your own risk.]
Aarvi had curled up against Aaron in the swing tired of crying due to the reopening of every wound created by her parents. She started hiccuping but the silent tears still flew out.
He hadn't and didn't dare to leave her the entire time, he silently heard her painful words, felt the scars that she had buried deep inside her.
He felt himself tremble, heart tug uncontrollably just by hearing her, he couldn't imagine the pain she went through and the agony she was in by reminiscing the past most hurtful period of her life. He didn't want to think of counting how many times she had cried alone, how many times she was left alone yet how she stood back and smiled hiding everything behind it, burying the deepest scars in her heart.
He wished she should have forgotten all these instead of him.
