He nodded his head. Yes, we all believe it was a demon's work and somehow...we felt that it would be better to not tell you."
He trailed midway. He had been about to tell her of what her vision had been but he wasn't sure that she would be able to take the shock. Plus, he didn't want to tell her that she had seen him kill both of his near and dear ones.
A part of him feared that she would believe it to be true. That the girl, who had kissed him moments ago, would hate him. He had already been upset once when she hadn't recognized him.
He wasn't sure if he would be able to bear it again. To see her hate him.
Zara kept looking at him blankly, "What?"
She grew sick and irritated of all of them treating her like a glass vase, too easy to shatter and too easy to crumble under the slightest pressure.
"Why do all of you consider me so weak?"
