"Yeah..." Nodding her head, the corner of her lips curled up a little as she studied his appalled front. "Come," Cocking her head towards the door, Zoey invited as she pushed the door open.
Meanwhile, Matthew Xi couldn't bring himself to take another step. He could feel an invisible chain with a metal ball clung to his ankle, immobilizing him.
'Make me forget... right...' He whispered internally, recalling how those soft yet desperate words had assailed his ears that night.
The memories from that time, somehow, his opaque memory grew clearer. The initial blurriness of his vision slowly showed the woman's facial features.
'Make me forget...' Again, those words rang inside his head, but this time, he could vividly see Zoey's image seven years ago.
Her eyes were a little swollen, like a wounded beast trying to find shelter. Her eyes sought for a place of belonging, enthralling his drugged state.
