“Dad!” I cried and ran towards my father. He probably knew that I was rejected, seeing he was waiting for me outside our house and worries were all over his face. “Carrie,” my Dad met me with his reassuring hug. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Dad, it hurts! It hurts a lot,” I said in between my sobs. I broke away from his comforting hug and gripped his medical uniform. “Dad, please take away my pain. You’re a doctor, right? Please, please take it away. I don’t want this. It’s too painful. I might go crazy, Dad. Please, I’m begging you, Dad,” I begged my Dad. He was the best doctor in the world, and everyone knew him. He can cure anyone, even with serious diseases. Maybe he can cure me, too. He was Damien Mikaeli, after all. “Dad, please!” I begged. Dad didn’t utter a word. He was just standing there, tears in his eyes. I knew pain from broken bonds was something a professional doctor couldn’t do anything about. I collapsed and sat down on the floor as I continued crying. The pain w
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