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Christian's smooth, neck length hair was blowing from the soothing wind. A dark dangerous aura was surrounding him as he stood in the gallery of room. Their room. It was the time when he was most vulnerable. Most aggressive. Everyone was afraid to come near him at that time. It was the time when he felt her absence the most. The crushing pain with unbearable tolerance was the only thing that reminded him that he was still alive and the pain was never going to go away.

Though he was alone but he felt like she was around him. Like the soothing wind. Touching him and whispering soft words to him. He clenched his hand as the blood dripped down from the shard of glass cutting in his hand. Though it healed way too quickly to his liking. He pulled it out & pushed it inside again on the same spot. To feel the pain, to feel anything except emptiness. He was lost in the sensation, not caring about the chilling that the wind was giving to him. He was unfazed to let anything else go