"I'm going to catch that bastard," I hissed while wiping my tears heavily and placing Mave's head to the ground.
He stopped breathing and his lips were already purple-ish. I can't believe that I can get sight of his cold body. He did so much for me yet I didn't even have the chance to express my gratitude towards him, instead, I replied mean words to his affection towards me. When he said that he feels everything that I feel, I am quite relieved because he will finally know how much I thank him for all of the service and effort that he give me without me having trouble expressing it.
But it is not enough.
Even though I'll tell myself a thousand times to stop crying, my eyes will stay betray me and start to keep my tears from flowing as if it has their own life. I'm like a child throwin
