"You foolish girl," musing softly, he dropped toward the boiling lava. His green hair fluttered harshly, hitting his face, but his eyes seemed to lack emotions as he stared at the skies with untold memories.
*"Don't worry honey, I'll be back in a few minutes."*
Those were the last words Cristian heard from his mother as she never returned. The next time he saw her was on TV, where his mother wore a wedding gown. She got married to one of the famous tycoons in the city and from that day, his father got detached and in no time left.
He was the result of their union, so leaving him behind was cutting off that union.
Hate. Cristian never thought he would experience this feeling, but it had been there no matter how much he hid it behind a smile.
He loathes his parents with every fiber of his being. Those so-called parents used his health fame as a source to boost their partner's business, and he could only watch.
Boom!
