He said a lot of things. Primrose was too occupied by his heartbroken face to truly grasp the meaning of those words. They came dipped in water and made no sense to her. A coating so thick was washed over it that Primrose had to resort to staring at his lips.
Then, something even shocking happened. She saw him grabbing a sharp substance from the rubble under them. Blood flowed down his cut palm. The sight of it hurt so much that Primrose ran over and tried to take it from him.
It was impossible to stop him. Her hand passed right through him. Determination was flowing in his eyes. She was breaking inside seeing him like this. She looked around to find someone who could stop him. There was no one around.
The desolate area was bare of living. She wanted to cry, tell him to stop. It wasn
