Back in the White Mansion, Maroon finally took hold of Lilith. His hand hoisted her body to the wall, holding to her neck. The two pair of red eyes stared back at each other. "Now I got you," said Maroon. "Would you speak or do I have to ask you for your reply in a different way?"
Lilith gulped faintly while looking at him, "What do you think of your wife, Maroon?"
Maroon didn't know what kind of relationship does the woman has with his wife. What he knew that the woman seemed to know his wife well. But when? And how? It seems she was also there when Lilith died.
"I love her," came the straight answer from Maroon. Lilith could see how his eyes burning with the same emotion he had when he married her. He didn't change. He was still the man whom she loved. The man who would always tie her shoelaces, the one who would always wait for her when she was walking and held her hands; the man who had gave her the wedding ring. And the one who was separated with her.
