Bab 75: Let her mourn

Denisa shut her eyes open, observing the surroundings around her, and saw a figure by the window stretching his hands towards her. She pulls her body up from the bed, and her feet touch the cold floor, sending shivers down her spine.

"Zanuel," She says, walking closer to him. He smiles, staring at her while tears roll down her face.

"Come," Zanuel says, stretching his hands even further for Denisa to hold on to him, and she walks closer to him. But the more steps she took, the more her stomach ached. She held her tummy up, looking at Zanuel, but he was not bothered.

"Come to me, come to me," he kept repeating the words, and the aggression in his voice increased seeing her getting reluctant to hold on to him.

"Hold my hand!" Zanuel grabbed her wrists, pulling her closer to him, but the locket on her neck pulled her away, and she fell to the floor.

"Wake up!" one voice screamed, then the other. "Come to me," Zanuel demanded.