While trying to give up everything to be a home for you, I found myself out on the street.
If you had a heart, you would cry over this.
BERFIN'S POV:
Pain... That was the only feeling I had.
I don't know if pain makes a person stronger, but it was killing me.
I only wanted one thing: to be loved.
I wanted him to love me, but instead of love, he showed only hatred. We... we ended before we could even become "we."
When my father led me from the car into the mansion, I saw Boran sitting at the head of the courtyard stairs. My silent tears flowed harder at the sight of him.
I was like a dandelion, shattered by the slightest tremor.
My brother walked behind us as Boran stood. My father took a deep breath and slightly shook his head as if to say, "Don't, my son." I bit my trembling lips
