For a long time, the only sounds in the room are of her echoing sobs and breathless gasps for air.





"I didn't know how t'tell you."

Her voice is strained and high, weak and watery through a throat aflame. After so long weeping uncontrollably, her body grows heavy and ill. She has no choice but to lean against him for strength, bury her face in his chest and pray that morning never comes.



"M'so ashamed."