Bab 94: HARLEY: I Wish You Died!

The tears flowed down my eyes without any restraint because that man, my father, had told me it was okay to cry. Strength would come afterward, and I believed him. 

Yet, if my lover dies, what would I do? How would I get by without crying my eyes out? There were so many things I hadn't got to do yet. I hadn't got to tell him how much I loved him. How he was the first man to have ever made me feel like this. How he was the first man to give me a taste of what a fairy tale kiss even felt like. How addicted to him I was. How I didn't even think it would ever be possible to live without him, to leave him, or even spend a day without seeing his face, hearing his annoying voice, or even fighting with him.  

I wanted Sylus. My grumpy Jones made everything better. 

A knock suddenly came at the door.