Myra.
My whole body went literal cold, remembering the event that had taken place in Alpha Clarke’s office. I haven’t been able to mutter anything since Alpha Ralph and Beta Floyd left and that was how I had left the office, trying to pull myself straight. “Myra.” A distant voice called, jerking me out of my deep reverie, the one which I would always hunt myself if it really does happen.
There, Akila stood with a sad look plastered on her face. “yes.” I mumbled dryly.
It has just occurred to me that I had lost my voice over it because I had cried, until I had no tears left. If I am to cry right now, then I doubt there will any tears left to shed. “You still don’t want to talk about it?” she asked.
Do I even want to talk about it I my worst nightmares? No, because the more I speak abou
