Always Choose Hera

LIAM

Heavy breathing that became audible, chest rapidly rising and falling, trembling hands, sweaty palms and fuzzy head. Everything is so confusing right now. The wave of nausea that hit me was so intense that I badly want to empty my stomach as my vision became blurry.

Demian– no, my father, if it's true that he's really my father because all my life, I haven't had a thought that I'm adopted, is waiting for me to hand my girlfriend to him with a triumphant smile plastered on his lips.

Isn't it funny that I'm adopting everyone but it turns out that even myself was adopted? That's so fucked up.

My body is trembling violently that I almost drop Hera on the floor but Demian or whoever he is in my life gets a hold of her to prevent her from falling. I bit my bottom lip hard to stop my lips from quivering and kept my gaze at Hera's face, trying to ignore those specific brown orbs watching us now and just gauging the situation.

Hera clenched her eyes hardly and she slowly let go of my shir