But...? I raised an eyebrow.
Here I am, you see," he grimaced somewhat amused, "begging for your forgiveness at any cost.
Above my will," I accused him with pursed lips. Nothing done by coercion can bring good results, Atwood, you of all people should know that.
He let out a sigh that seemed to be one of resignation and ran his hands over his face, looking somewhat exhausted.
I know, but I wanted at least a chance....
He looked so grief-stricken, a small part of me was touched, although the spiteful and sensible part of me wanted to get even and wring his neck with my own hands.
You had many opportunities to make things right, but you went to the end with your madness, Victor" -the memory of those days hit my memory, as much as my chest. The disappointment of seeing that my former
