The tragedy.
“There are so many bruises on her,” he murmured to himself. There seemed to be something akin to disbelief in his tone. It wasn't the first time that he discovered it. Yet, it still made him feel nausea just by looking at it and thinking how much it must have hurt her. Gulping, he assured himself, “It will heal eventually; however, it's going to take some time.” Nodding at himself, he checked her body and arms too that were visible, examining her. A variety of blues and purples rested there.
There was something precarious in the air where he stood. Not even he was able to pinpoint it because he was already willingly exposing his vulnerability without noticing it himself. Blankly staring at her, he pleaded with himself. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes while his lower lip started to quiver. His eyes were red and dull. It was almost as if it were lifeless. He slowly started to breathe in and out through his nose to keep sustained.
With his jaws taut, his afflictio
