CHAPTER CCVII

     (REEP OF DEATH)

     “WHAT CAN YOU SAY?”

     Snapping Alliah out from the story of his life where he let her witness and much more like she’s been there and with him all along. The past that rings the darkest tone, yet the symbolism of his life right now is nothing more, but a dark play written by Him, is what Alliah is driving in the middle of sympathy, hate, and pity for him. Just then her tears fall and the words whisper.  

     “Tragic.”

     Laughing out loud and to his heart very desire, upon hearing that fainting world where he could not identify as a serious tone, or worst and perhaps a teasing one and much like a joke. Alliah immediately wipes her tears away as she realizes how pathetic she is, just by witnessing a tragic tale that no one should be sympathizing from, most especially if that past is just