Liora's pov
I sat alone in the cellar, tears so hard to form, they threatened to fall but each time got suppressed and i chuckled, “ maybe i’ve had enough tears for a while and they no longer feel the need to come out”
Now it has happened, i feel bad for what i had done to him but he should know well enough that i had tried my best to care for a dying sister, and he should understand where i was coming from, and probably try to forgive me sooner than usual.
I sighed and went into the room.
I sat on the bed replaying the images of the day in my head, and switched different moods, from guilt and pity for Thorne to anger for Darius to compassion and determination for my sister.
Just then I jumped off the bed and headed straight to my desk.
Trying to access another hospital other than
