(From Blue's Perspective)
"I was going to die back there...," I muttered.
"..."
"You said you will come in time. I... I thought I really would die," I said as tears kept coming down. "... I could not breathe..."
"I want to be alone with my wife. So, leave everyone," Dem said, without looking at them. He had his glance fixed on me.
All of them left without a word. They were glancing at my lap again and again. What was there to see? What were they looking at? My trembling hands? What did they expect? Did they think I was made of stone or something that I would never feel anything just because I maintain an image almost in front of everyone?
"I almost died..."
"..."
"Why? Why aren't you saying anything?" I yelled, grabbing the front of his attire.
He grabbed my nape and brought my face closer. Without a word, he started licking the wound on my left cheek.
