"Evary Seth".
"Evary Seth".
"Evary Seth".
No matter how many times he repeated these two names in his mind, the anger and frustration he felt towards its owner never decreased, instead somehow increasing.
"No matter how many times you mention his name, it won't change anything," Ella said to the still-brooding Edwin.
"That damn brat, I swear if I ever get my hands on him, I'll introduce him to new kinds of pain" Edwin gritted out, his palms closing up in a tight grip, but when he tightened them into fists, he let out a loud groan and stumbled backward, almost falling to his knee.
"Now see what you've done to yourself" Ella muttered as the healers who were standing behind immediately rushed to attend to Edwin.
Some seconds later and with a loud shout of "I am fine" leaving Edwin's mouth, the man steadied himself and brushed off the two women beside him.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!