CHAPTER 73: THE ANSWER

The broken lamp was on the floor, and the bed was thrown on the other side of the room. I watched how Eric was covered with the dark smoke brought by the air.

His face showed how terrified he was, but even when he was the one in danger, he thought of my safety.

The claws of smoke dug into his skin, and he screamed in pain as his blood gushed out of his flesh and veins.

Torture is brought by fantasy.

Is it in my head? Is this real?

This can't be.

I have left everything behind. Why does it still haunt me?

And it's taking Eric!

"Allen, run! Run!"

My ears heard what he said. Loud and clear, but my feet couldn't move. My eyes settled on him, planning on reaching out for him, but as I was about to make a move, a figure suddenly showed up.

I sucked up my breath when it hit me how familiar that figure is.

Why is it here?

"What the fuck?!" Eric exclaimed when the dark figure appeared. "What is that?"

"Eric," I called for him, and when he met my eyes, I offered him a trembling smile. "It's okay