When the streetlight fell on Dossam out of the darkness that surrounded the place Maximo could see what his ears were telling him already.
She was limping, unable to gather herself onto her feet. Her hair was a mess, loose hair falling over her features that contorted with effort. Her eyes were as they had been like always, hollow. She looked like a dead corpse moving as she stumbled out of the club and Max could not stop himself from rounding his arm around her petite body and then did he realize she was shivering.
He never wished to see the look on her face again and he hated himself for not being there for her. He hated himself for breaking up with her the way he did. He just wanted to go back in time and not let her out of his sight, even for a second.
He was going berserk when h
