On the arcade, with a stormy silence, he cast his oceanic blue orbs at the dark sky, thunderstorms split this long hushed, lighting that brightens the sky for some second also flashed on his face, and apparently view his resentment, turmoil, dismay. He fisted his strong palm, nostrils flaring, jaw clenched, with squinted wrath eyes, he looked, at the above, "Don't.... Don't try to attach me, Babita...", he hissed with bitterness.
He slumps his gaze, slides his head a little, and looks at his arms where there was a slight blemish, caressing the cut with the fingers of another hand, he closed his eyes, and then again the memory of the concert hit his mind.
How she save his life!!!... What, if she was also injured, or maybe more happen!!!
This thought unexpectedly inflates his hear
