Mason sat alone in the dimly lit living room, his elbows resting on his knees, head bowed low.
The air felt heavy, too quiet for comfort. His thoughts were loud, louder than anything he could bear.
'Would it have changed anything if I had loved her the right way from the start?
If I had made it public, told everyone she was mine, not just a contract? Would she still be here now?' he wondered, eyes burning with guilt.
He leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling.
'Everywhere feels empty. The house, my heart... Everything.
I feel like an empty vessel and my entire world is so meaningless without Anastasia in it.' Mason kept on thinking, as he was trying to handle the whole pain and guilt.
Just then, he heard a vehicle pull into the compound. He frowned.
'I told them not to let anyone in without telling me first.'
Frustration flared in his chest as he rose and walked briskly toward the door. But before he could reach the entrance, he froze.
