I resembled a broken dam ravaging the entire town with its incompetent storage of water in pits beneath it. My tears were that stubborn flood which refused to curb down. Destroying my self confidence and strength I'd heightened while being around the Knight family, especially Alan.
Here I was crying unstoppable in his arms, clutching his torso as if my life depended on his warmth and the soothing words he whispered into my ears. After nearly experiencing the same horrifying episode again, my will power to fight has somewhere taken backseat. What could've happened if Alan didn't help me today?
Was he the same man, my so called fiance called danger?
I thought Damon Knight could break an Everest or volcanoes, but not a promise, heart he vowed to love and trust.
How wrong was I. It seems I
