Alaric's body quivered like a leaf in a raging storm as his glistening eyes gazed upon the face on his screen. An unfathomable sorrow coursed through him, it's weight pressing him towards the unforgiving ground.
"No." He shook his head like a terrified kid.
Multiple arrows of pain pierced his heart all at once and reflexively, his hand went to his chest, trying to migitate the pain.
In his head, his office went entirely dark. Pitch black, with the only light coming from his screen with Ivanka's picture on it.
Ivanka. His Ivanka. Why was she the one on his screen? Why...
She looked younger and suited the age of the girl he had...
A grunt escaped his throat at the agonizing thought of it. No, not her. It could be anyone else, but not her
"Please, no...!" His breath shuddered.
Grabbin
