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THE PAINTING (HIS CANVA ON HER)

"I was getting bored...but then I remembered I have a thing to play with."

Megara dare not look at him. She has gotten used to his harsh statements but that doesn't mean she didn't get hurt by his harsh words. She might appear stoic in the face but deep down even she refuted her weeping heart.

Afraid to bend down yet forced to kneel because of the guilt that rushed in her veins.

In the end, she blamed herself for everything. In the end, she failed to protect him instead of protecting him...she was the one who threw him into the dark ocean mingled with hell-fire.

But...would anyone understand what truly goes in that heart of hers? Would anyone ever listen to her? Believe her? The one who believed her was already suffering.

Could anyone just believe her once? Could he listen to her again? Listen to what occurred.