Forgiven.

Chapter 65.

Forgiven.

Adrian's POV.

I was sitting on the street bench with my face resting on my palms. I had cried and no tears were in store to shed again, my heart ached and the thing I couldn't do was to go home, I was not ready to see anyone who knew me, not my family, not Raphael, not Lincoln. If there is somewhere I would go after here, it had to be a place none of the people could find me.

I stared at the passerby but my mind was so far from them, my head hurt, and so did my inside, I felt weak and I almost felt like dying, I almost couldn't feel my soul in my body, like I was dying and the night cold was not helping the matter, I was freezing.

I have to go indoors else, I might freeze to death. I thought and I stood up from the bench, I stared at my gown that was making me look like a homeless person, the down part was torn out and that was done by me because it was stopping me from running as much as I wanted to, it was tangling with my legs. My legs too were barefooted, I h