Seeing his struggle, she recognized her own self-destructing turmoil, and felt inexpressible empathy for him. She touched his nervously shaking hand, and squeezed it softly.
‘Okay, you go first, then. I will hear you out, whatever it is you want to tell me,’ she whispered in a way as if she was walking towards the gallows.
‘Lana,’ he started with a low, heart-breaking tone. ‘I’ve already told you when I lost you back then, something died in me. It was from you that I have learned to love, give and accept, and when you suddenly disappeared,’ he shook his head sadly, ‘that world came to an end, and with it, the person I had become through you. You already know everything about what was to follow.’
Now and then, Lana swallowed to hold back her tears. She was stroking his wrist, and now he
