In my miserable condition, I still made it to my bedroom door as I leaned on it, catching my breath as well as taking support from the door.
My whole body was turning cold and numb and all I wanted to do was curl up in bed and cry but no! I have to give up on him, and for that I must first not allow this mate bond weaken me, instead it should make me strong.
With my aching body and shaking hands, I turned the knob and went towards Mr Sylvester's door and punched it with all of my strength.
Standing on two shaky legs, I tried to maintain my posture. I don't want him to know about this and I definitely don't want him to see me like this.
With gritted teeth I again made a move to pound on his door but as my fist raised to knock, the door swiftly opened and the thick darkness from inside diminished the light from outside.
