Concern draws my brows furrowed. I crane my neck out as I cautiously take a peek through the gap as I stealthily push the door inward. I give the chamber a sweep of glance, uncertain about if I wish to find Esmund inside… Until when he comes into my sight.
On the couch beneath the window he lies on his side. His eyes are shut, his lips are unusually ghastly, and his chest heaves soft and tardily.
When I come near, I see his clothes and body covered in dried blood. While the fractals of the broken glass remain scattered across the floor.
For three whole days I was gone, and he has not moved since. The burning sensation in my lower abdomen feels weaker than ever, it only swirls like a flickering spark beneath my navel… I have never felt so cold around him before.
Tears once again fill my eyes when I realise how badly I have hurt him——Esmund may be the demon, yet, I am the one who places him in pain. And for it, I shall not commit it anymore.
