~ Otsana
As soon as Paul stormed out of the room, I quickly turned my attention to Moses, who was sprawled out on the floor. His appearance was rough, with bruises and a slightly swollen cheek from the force of Paul’s punch, but the fact that he seemed okay brought me a sense of relief.
My heart raced with concern, but seeing Moses attempt a weak smile in return made me feel a bit more at ease. Even so, a part of me remained uneasy. What if that smile was just a mask to hide the pain he was truly feeling?
“Are you sure you’re alright?” I asked, my voice filled with worry. The thought of him suffering silently gnawed at me, despite the smile on his face.
I let out a deep sigh, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on me. Everything about this ordeal was overwhelming, and I
