Cruelty Of Love
Finally, my body began to hurt from the cold, as if I was trying to breathe in an ice-covered lake.
As my eyes filled with pain, my gaze slowly shifted to the wooden door of the stone house, what was he doing behind that door? Was it because he was waiting for me to beg him that he hadn't even come out to look at me once, or had I not even thought of it? I couldn't understand how Edim could be so murderous, he was the most cruel, demonized person I've ever met in my life. A soaked hatred accumulated there as the tears flowed from my eyes to the wood of my chest; As long as that hatred was wet, I would continue to hate Edim Demiray.
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