KING Luther took a very deep breath trying to earn back all the strengths he lost, he went to his girl, to Deshna—no… she's Portia.
He stared at her face, he looked at her innocent face, he remembered her smile, all her emotions on her face, and all he wanted to do is to hug her then.
"I'm sorry," he sincerely apologized, "But why, Babe? Why did you make me believe it's not you?"
Now, I understand why they have a lot of similarities. Those times that I wanted to beat myself feeling guilty for thinking about Portia and even though she is Portia are reasonable now… because she is Portia.
"I'm sorry, I wasn't there during your tough times, I left you in mid-air… I'm sorry," he whispered. He touched her face, he caressed her face and he gently planted a kiss on her forehead.
"Whatever you
