Chapter 39

As Cyrus stepped and stood rooted at the entrance of the morgue, he balled his fist in repudiation of the painful memories forcing their way through his head. With the chilly air of the cold room feeding off his sanity, Cyrus managed to step inside with the doctor and a drawer which has his lover’s name was pulled out.

Staring at Clarissa’s body which had been pulled out for him to see, he saw that it was really her in the flesh. He couldn't believe it.

Clarissa was dead; she looked so peaceful that he didn't want to even touch her. For fear that she might spring up and start screaming for the injustice that she has suffered from loving him.

The more he tries to shake off the thoughts, the tighter his chest gets.

"You killed me. You monster. Your curse killed me." he could hear Clarissa’s voice in his head.

"I'm so sorry!" He mumbled more to himself with guilt-stricken tears. He raised his hand to touch her innocent face, to feel the warmth of her skin once more but unfortunately, sh