Letting Go Off Hatred

Slowly turning around, Flora looked at him and found his blank gaze already on her. That blankness in his eyes told her that it was the final call for her that now she needed to make that decision in her life whether to go with her life or to follow her love.

Slowly unwrapping her palm around her father's hand, she fully turned around to face him. Everyone saw her walking towards him.

Flora stood up in front of him and for a while, she continued to gaze into his silverish grey eyes but then she looked down at his palm which was holding her wrist and that was where her glossy eyes fell on her own hand and she saw her father's blood which was smeared all over her hand and that made her aware what she had been doing all this time and what she should have done.

Balling her fist, she snatched her wrist from his hold and then snapped her head upward at him. He noticed that hatred flamed in her watery eyes for him.

“For my papa, I can let go of anyone and anything, even my own self,” she spa