Ignoring the heavy wind that were crashing over those jungle trees wildly, Ethan continued walking through the path blankly. Each step was so heavy for him as if he was leading inside the hell slowly.
Perhaps his heart was more in uproar rather than this tragic weather outside. Those flashy images of their intimate moments continued replaying in front of his vision as a guilt towards his death brother suppressed through his heart.
His breathing hitched as he forced himself to ignore those bitter feelings that was spreading through his veins slowly like a slow poison.
In no time, he arrived in front of the cave where Anna and Ayra used to live. The flare outside of the cave had been lit off after the constant splashes of raindrops thus he couldn't see through it clearly.
