The death may come,
But whoever prevents it will be in huge trouble,
Life will have its own end,
If it ever comes, then, you have no reason but to accept it.
***
THE YEAR 1904, a century away from the present time.
Althea closed her eyes as she placed her shoulders around Qing Long. It felt like her body was being torn apart, and it was splitting in half, or even into chops.
Althea buried her face on the crook of his neck, the smell reminisced all throughout his entire body, and Qing Long remained his eyes open, searching for a place where both of them could flee.
Althea produced another set of tears and it strolled down her cheeks as the moment passed by. Althea's heart was pounding so much that it could burst out unless Qing Long found a place, stopping that apparition that she had loathed.
Althea slung those arms for security on his neck as Qing Long decided to bring back Althea onto that chamber.
