She sat there in a corner of her bedroom with her legs bent up to her chest, her head rested buried in between her knees as she held in her sobs.
Even though her bedroom was bright with the latest floral designs on the wall, it gave her a feeling of darkness in her life.
'Where is my mom? What did they do to her?' was all that circled her thoughts. It was all she could focus on. She was selfless in the manner, and what more caused her pain was that she could not ask for help from the man she loved for her entire life, she knew that he could save her mom, but she was not allowed to do that.
Her soul ached at the thought of anything bad happening to her mother, or to the man, whom she had loved for her life. She had to choose between the two.
'Don't cry. Don't cry.' Before she could
