There was a horrible silence crashing her heart every passing second. She could see the darkness on his face as he stood up, cursed and left the room.
Cassey curled into a small ball holding her knees and soaking her clothes with tears that never seemed to stop since she had returned.
…
Tyrone cursed, he walked straight to his office and threw the vase on the ground.
The crashing sound filled with the sound in his mind throbbing his head.
He loved her! Ha! She was like air to him. He had lived by looking at her face.
He still remembers standing in front of the cloth shop for hours before finding a proper reason to enter.
Being stared at by all the women working there. Buying clothes for the ladies of the whole empire calling them sisters in the process.
Their shocking faces and curses. Laughter of his colleagues. But he did not care, as long as he could see her once more.
He remembered asking her dinner with the pretense of needing her assistance for buying a wedding gift.
