Due to excessive blood loss, her face was pallid, devoid of any color. Her dry, white lips resembled a lifeless, flickering candle.
Wayne Bailey clutched her hand against his face, his voice almost begging as he asked, "Stay at my side, I don't care how many men you've had before, from now on I'm the only one... you don't have to love me, I'll give you everything..."
Anna Jadwin closed her vacant eyes, feeling utterly exhausted, as slow and beleaguered as an old person walking and breathing.
She couldn't bear Wayne Bailey's feverish and frantic emotions... His ceaseless torment had pushed her to her limits.
Having spent so much time together, she had witnessed his constant fickleness.
One moment, he would lift her heaven-high; the next, he'd cast her into a purgatory...
He forced a smile, "All those times I said you were cruel, I was just angry... I care about you so much that it makes me furious."
All his violent mood swings were simply born from feelings of insecurity.
