[This chapter is dedicated to–eng_ling_leong. Thank you for reading. I could not thank you all enough for keeping with this little story of mine. I hope you'll be forgiving for the mistakes that you might encounter. ]
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"Do not speak of her name for—-"
He looked at the phone in his hand in bewilderment. All he could hear was a beeping sound, indicating that Markus had dropped the call while he was mid-sentence.
"Yuna," he grimaced at the sound of it as it rolled on his tongue. He hadn't thought of her for so long that it felt strange to even say her name out loud.
Markus when angered was really as petty as a child. He was the only one that would use a name that he had chosen to forget for the memories that were attached to it were something that left a bitter taste in his mouth.
