It felt like a dream to Devile. It was like an unacceptable phase of reality watching the woman he loves walk out on him due to a misunderstanding. A misunderstanding wrought by his brother, Lucian, so he thought. If only he could lay his hands on him right now -- Devile at that point in time regretted why he didn't kill Lucian when he had the chance too.
He called out to Mira severally but she ignored him still without turning backwards. She walked away until she was no longer in sight and like a homeless folk drenched in the rain, Devile stood in the middle of the garden.
He tried to understand what just happened but he was unable to do so. Everything happened so quickly and he never believed that the outcome of his conversation with Mira would end in a rift.
