Aron tenderly caressed my face, his touch belying the pain in his eyes.
"Thea, I can't bear to... let you go..."
"Thea, you are mine, you can only love me, your eyes can only see me."
"You must not run away!"
He held me in his arms once more, and within me, all hope had died.
I was like a puppet on strings, lifelessly allowing him to manipulate me.
I had even contemplated suicide, secretly keeping a small shard of porcelain, cutting my wrist.
But death eluded me; Aron found me and had me rushed to the hospital in time.
Perhaps fearing I might try to die again, he began to threaten me.
He made me meet someone.
Whitney.
I couldn't help but be surprised when I saw Whitney again.
She was still alive.
Then, I breathed a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, my guilt was lessened by a fracti
