Gulf's POV
She looked so frail, weak, and fragile. It pains me to know about her condition. I guided her inside our house to take a look at Deimos. We were all silent when they saw us, with Mild. No one dared to react and no one dared to talk. Deimos, on the other hand, have no idea of what's happening. He smiled at her as soon as she saw Mild, thinking that she might be one of our visitors.
“His name is Deimos,” I whispered to the person beside me and I saw her nodding. She was containing her sobs as he walks near him.
“Baby, come here,” I called for Deimos to come near us and he immediately got out of his chair. He greeted Mild with a hug.
“Why are you crying?” Said the innocent child.
All I did was stare at the both of them. It was like something had been taken away from me. Lik
