Part-19

I didn't know why but my heart was clenching, the tears were cascading down my face like a waterfall of sorrows. I was trying but failing hard to not cry.

I cried.

After running away from the hall, I found myself locked inside his room, his chambers, with my face embedded on pillows, his sandalwood smell entering my nostrils, making me remember these words, again and again, laying on my front as my shoulders shook as each painful sob rippled through me like something was squeezing my heart painfully.

And it hurts me more that he didn't come after me, even though he knew I was crying.

A knock interrupted my thought as I looked towards the door. There stood Draven, in his formal dress suit, leaning against the door wall. I sniffled as I immediately wiped my tears and turned my head away.

"What you want?" I asked hoarsely, my throat sore from all the crying.

I heard him sigh as his footsteps resonated in the room.

"Just wanted to see if you were alright." He said, his voi