The woman greedily occupied Zyair's embrace, snuggling with him as if she owned him. Skyla walked away towards their car, no matter how she tried to keep a rational mind, it was impossible for her to see. She would wait in the car until the Police arrived.
The tears streamed down her face — nonstop, as she kept wiping them with the back of her hand.
Was this how their life was going to be? People, manipulating them in a way they wouldn't be able to say no.
Even when she had vowed no one would hurt him anymore, fate always threw a curved ball their way.
'If I am hurting this much, how much must he be hurting?' She thought and it disturbed her further.
The seconds seemed to stretch into torturous minutes and the minutes into agonising hours for her.
