~{EMELDA'S POV}~
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My legs felt heavy and instead of walking, I found myself dragging my feet with tears in my eyes.
It felt like I was heading towards my destruction.
Fear gripped me completely and the more I got closer, the more it felt like this was the end.
I would die here, in his room.
"Emelda!"
Someone called me but I refused to look back.
"Emelda!!"
And in a blink of an eye, he was right in front of me, with fear and worry in his eyes.
"Where are you going in the middle of the night? I told you to stay in your room." He reminded me and the tears finally rolled down my face.
He instantly approached me and held me on both sides of my arms as he watched me closely.
"What's wrong?" He asked but when I didn't answer, he pulled me closer and wrapped his arms possessively around me.
"I'm right here. There is no need to worry about anything or anyone. I am here now," he consoled me and it only made me feel worse.
