LYRAEA.
I raised an eyebrow, looking very confused. I don't know how to explain the feeling, but it felt surreal. When he had said that to me, he slowly leaned closer as he said again, "Please marry me. I know my decision is irrational right now, but I want to make you my wife."
I shook my head, unable to believe what he was saying—everything he was voicing out was not right, because I can't be a second wife to anyone.
I pulled my hand from his grip and stood up as I turned to face the tree behind me. My hands were folded when I said, "Leave."
"But..."
"I said leave; I don't want to see you here; I want you to leave," I yelled so loudly.
I could see the fear in his eyes; even from his eyes, he was feeling so much guilt; he managed to stand up from his sitting position. I could feel h
