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Her abrupt leave hitched his heart. Riyan was already having a hard time listening to the freakin murderer's revelation that when he dragged Inaya's mention, his vex reached the end of his tolerance.
"Inaya," He followed her until the elevator, and forcibly entered inside before the door closed. "Hey..." He raised his, attempting to touch her shoulder while she cried.
Inaya clutched her mouth refraining herself to sob. She gripped her mouth in a tight clutch that her suppressed sobs echoed within the pit of her palm. She drifted until hitting the ground into a bundle of crying mess. Watching her in that condition crumpled his heart yet he could do nothing to comfort her. Riyan looked here and there, he rotated his eyes in the elevator prior he punched the halt button.
"Inaya," He
