Chapter 23

Greg

Mecael was sitted across me. His shoulders were slumped. His black hair was messy. It was never messy. He had dark circles under his eyes. He looked like a possessed adult doll from a horror movie that wasn't really scary.

We've been seated in silence for almost thirty minutes. He would make attempts to speak but fail at doing so. I didn't want to rush him so I waited.

"I cant…"he shakes his head. "I can't live without her,Greg." His voice came out barely as a whisper.

"She'll be okay. She's under sedatives and she'll be up soon."

"I love her." He declared.

"No,no you don't love her Mecael. You CANT love her. You shouldn't love her." He gave me a pleading look. "Don't kid yourself. Sure she seems fit to be your submissive but throw in love? You can't be serious."

I wasn't trying to reprimand him but it came out like I was.

And maybe he had forgotten what had happened the last time he said he loved someone. I didn't forget,but reminding him of it was not appropriate right now.

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