Kimora let go of herself, telling Medakkaru through her memories what she had been holding back ever since she became his passenger. He could feel the heart-rending scenes that flowed into his mind as well. The images were clear as though he was the one that experienced each of these. The heaviness of his heart told him how hurt, lonely and guilty Kimora had been for going through such an incident.
Now Medakkaru understood why she did not want to fight. Ever. She promised. It was not only to herself but also to that someone who accidentally died.
He rubbed his face with his hands, took in a heavy and long breath before he slowly let it go. “So how do we go about this? You promised, Kimora.”
“You help me go through this, and I’ll do whatever I can to not get in your way.”
“How? You sing
