Zevran.
"I cannot do this anymore," I whispered to myself as I stood in front of Caelum's bed in a daze.
My mind was a whirlwind of several conflicting thoughts; and while on one hand, I was worried about Caelum, on the other hand, my mind wouldn't stop drifting back to Leilani and to the conversation we had earlier this evening before she lost consciousness.
Her words still echoed in my mind like melodies from a broken guitar, and the thought of letting go of her, of watching her live the life life always envisioned with another man filled me with a kind of anguish that felt too much to bear.
My chest ached tremendously when I simply thought about it and I couldn't stop sweating despite standing so close to the air conditioner.
—So imagine what would happen when it finally happens?
