Why does fate have to be like this to me? What did I ever do wrong in my last life?
Bion squeezes his face trying to keep the tears at bay.
“There has to be another way,” he says, his voice breaking.
“None. There is none” the old man finalises, turning around he moves away.
“I won't do it. Don't say it” he pleads, veins popping around his neck.
If it's the only way then it has to be done.
“No!!!” he yells, turning around and his hand hits some books off the shelf as he storms off.
I rushed after him. He has to understand, I can't go through that horror. I can't.
“Hey” I murmured.
He is crunching down in between two shelves. Slowly heading towards him, I slid down beside him.
“I can't do it” his voice is hoarse, I wrap my arm around him rubbing his hair calmly.
“I had
