Inner turmoils. 

Inner turmoils.

The sudden outburst of that tiny girl who stood before him—the once lively girl that he remembered who he used to be nursing back to health day and night when she would become sick at the end of every week—had become a grownup who knew what situation was adhering her to yet she kept on denying it. She really had grown up; Shrey observed her stance that was trembling with anger, pain, and fear. She was suffering; he sighed; his chest felt tight and constricted. His desire to just go there to hug that child to safety and save her from the trauma that she must have been going through all alone until now overweight his logical conclusion, but somehow he managed to dodge it. It wasn't easy, not even to him; nonetheless, it was necessary.

A quick anger emerged through his body watching her break down like that. Of the parentage that was snatched away from her, alone was the reason he managed to survive the fall of himself. He had to be alive, not for his sake but for the p