Semua Bab Abandoned At The Altar By My Mate: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Bittersweet Consummations" Flora, can we talk for a minute?" Marissa's voice quivered as she caught Flora's eye near the training diggings, where the soft hum of distant exertion slightly intruded on their discussion.Flora's reply was in a shaky voice," I suppose we've to, Marissa. I'm I am trying to sort each of this out.".Marissa's eyes were compassionate as she asked," Does it still hurt? The treason, the recollections of Adrian's neglect and now everything we have learned?"Flora sluggishly exhaled," Every moment, every hurtful word from the once — like a storm that will not let go. I keepre-reading every taradiddle , every pledge broken. I keep questioning if I was ever loved."Marissa stepped nearer," And of the love you still feel? Does it not loiter in the quiet moments when you're alone?"Flora's voice shook," It does, Marissa. There are nights I lie awake, visited by the memory of his touch, of the dreams we used to bruit together. But every memory is now tainted with tre

A Divided HeartThe barracks were silent, save for the distant ring of armor and the stifled murmur of soldiers preparing for the ineluctable battle ahead. But in the sequestration of private diggings, two hearts were hurting in ways that no war could ever compare.Adrian sat at the edge of his hut, his fists intertwined in his hair, elbows pressed against his knees. The inviting burden of Flora's final words counted down on his casket, choking and grim. He'd fought against numerous foes, endured backstabbings, and survived fights that had left him battered. But all of those did n't compare to the agony of watching Flora drift down from him again.A knock on his door was conditional but pertinacious. He did n't look up." What?" His voice was gruff, its usual authority lacking.Marissa came in, arms folded, face impassive." You look like hell."" senses about right."She took a deep breath and stepped further into the darkened room." I do not know why I am then. perhaps I allowed you

Anguish's Aftermath" Adrian, I just can not get through one further day of this bleakness," Flora told Marissa late in the evening." Flora, I understand it hurts," Marissa rumored," but occasionally the hurting is the only substantiation we've that we formerly loved." I loved so important," Flora rumored with a bitter edge," and all I am left with is these injuries that will noway heal."Across the room, sparely furnished, Adrian's voice sliced in a low, agonized sound," Flora, I have reached out each day. Every time I call your name, it's like screaming into the void."Flora's response was low and distant," Your calls remind me of all the pledges you broke. I am sick of dwelling in the murk of your neglect."Adrian stepped closer, his tone cajoling," I am tortured, Flora — each moment without you is a discipline. I wish I could abolish the blunders, rewrite the history."" You can not brush it down, Adrian," snapped Flora." Every word that leaves your lips, every cringing entrety,

Echoes of Regret" Adrian, do you ever flash back the way effects used to be?" Flora's voice was soft but pulsing as she spoke under her breath, her words not much louder than the steady jargon of drops on the windowpane.In the quiet of the barracks after curfew, Adrian was sitting on the edge of his bunk, his voice a tale as he started to recall a memory." I flash back that night by the swash," he said, as if speaking to a ghost." Flora, you were laughing, your eyes foamy like the moonlit water, and for a moment, the world was whole."Flora's voice came from across the room, a distant response," Yes, I flash back that night too. I felt so delivered that night, as if our hearts had no room for fear or anguish."Adrian's voice quivered with nostalgia," Do you flash back how we talked of our dreams, of freeing ourselves from the chains of our pasts? I swear, for one night it was as if nothing could ever tear us apart."Flora's voice was nostalgic and rueful," I flash back every pledge

Silent Battles" Adrian, I feel like I am losing myself every day," Flora rumored, her voice pulsing as she leaned against a cold wave, essence table in the dimly lit barracks common room." Every night, I fight these internal wars alone, and I wonder if the offerings have been worth it.".Adrian's eyes, dark with remorse, locked with hers as he spoke in a low, agonized voice," Flora, I know I have burdened you with my guilt and my miscalculations. Every moment piecemeal from you is like an echo of the failures that I can not escape. I am visited by your absence, and every remorse is like it's leaving a deeper scar on my heart.".Flora's tone was protective, nearly brittle," And what of you, Adrian? Do not you believe that your soul is rent apart by the weight of your own guilt? I see you, day after day, tortured by the ghosts of what we formerly participated, and it only serves to broaden the ocean between us.".Adrian's voice quivered with despair," I am trying, Flora. I try to keep