DARIEL’S POV:-
I went to tell her but I found it extremely hard to do it, like, my words died from within and I had no idea where to start or what to tell her.
My own chains restricted me and now when I had words too, I was incapable of releasing me. My fright had stopped me.
“Dammit.”
Cursing, I was in the hall, pulling my hair in frustration. Making my leg constantly out of disturbance, trying to breath properly but failed. The anxiousness didn’t allow me.
“How do I tell you?” My voice broke, trying to gather my fragmented form but it was becoming difficult.
And when I was praying for a miracle to happen so it would take me out of this dismay, I heard footsteps. Recognizing them instantly as my beloved, I looked up hastily .
“S-Saafia?”
Quickly, rising from my seat, my shaky self
