I had gone to the effort of ensuring we did not return to our own home, to make sure that Aria did not see the multitude of photographs that adorned the walls and almost every available free space within the house. Although there had been the added difficulty of lack of supplies in the house for me to make us a hot chocolate. But, then, on top of that, I had demanded my father to ensure there were no photographs of us here too, yet in the end, I had succumbed to the pressure within my heart and shown Aria a picture.
I don’t know what had come over me. But the pain became too much as she continued to push against everything I offered. Every time I attempted to explain my care for her. None of it was accepted within her mind. It was like she did not want to believe a word that was said to
