Seeing the commotion, Albert signalled his guards with his eyes to take care of August and they did as they told him.
They forcefully dragged him away, even though August tried to rebel. One of the guards discreetly injected something and within a minute or two, he was asleep, not having any way to talk. He was taken by the guards, it was by noon the next day noon when he woke up from his slumber. By that time she was long gone and he couldn't say anything to her. Not even sorry. All because of those people's assumption he didn't care about her.
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Present time…
August woke up, sitting up straight again from the same dream. It was the same hell again and again. Thirteen-year-old stands there, listening to all those people's remarks and the words, "Don't you dare shed a tear." Repeat itself in the background loud and clear that it scares him. Those words, that dream, those people. Everything.
