Dion shook his head. He had run for hours and then trained in the ground but he could not get rid of that tone from his mind.
His eyes were grim as if he had nibbled something stale. And he could neither spit it nor swallow it. He pulled the caravat and threw it on the ground. It had been years, years since he had abandoned his family.Â
Years since he had been living here.
"You have to walk on the path I have paved for you." the words were imbibed in his heart with a stone. How could he ever forget them? And he had.. He had done all he could to follow this path. But now.. Where was he standing?Â
How dare she remind him that he never wanted this path for himself. That was not even possible. He shook his head again as he reached for the glass on the white table and drank the liquid in one gulp.
