"At least," he leaned down, his chin dropping above my head as he said with cold eyes. "...I never made her cry."
Kaelor flinched.
I hadn't realized how clearly Damar had seen it but he did make a point.
What's the use of crying over spilt milk, they say? It's not like you can get the milk back to the glass and even if you do try to replace it, it'll never be the same milk that spilled.
There's no way a mere apology can make up for the tears he made me shed, is what Damar meant.
"You talk about protecting her and freeing her," Damar continued, his emerald eyes burning. "But you never once asked her what she wanted."
Kaelor looked back at me, desperation creeping into his voice.
"Arinya… tell me this isn't real. Tell me you're not serious."
I swallowed. My chest hurt, and my throat ached, like I had just screamed at the top of my voice and needed to be hydrated.
But I didn't look away. I needed to see this to the end.
