Adonis’s POV
My brothers and I could hardly move on after watching and listening to Autumn. She walked away from us again, her eyes sharp with anger and her words like knives that cut straight through our hearts. Still, none of us dared to stop her. We just stood there, watching her go back to her room, carrying her pain like a shield we could not break through.
I hated the way she looked at us now. Not with love, not even with hatred alone, but with complete disbelief. It was now like we were strangers who had destroyed her world, and now she wanted nothing to do with us. And maybe she was right.
We did all those things to make her suffer and will never believed her when she needed our help. Perhaps we don't have the right to criticize her. We had enough chances in this life to make th
