Dillon rubbed Giana's back gently and felt the woman's body tremble as tears rolled down Dillon's shoulders and left a stain there.
But, who cares about such a thing at a time like this?
Because, Dillon's attention at this time was wholly occupied by the figure of a woman who was so fragile and hurting in his arms. And, as if he could feel the pain that Giana was feeling right now, Dillon felt his breathing become shallow. His chest felt uncomfortable...
"I hate them all! I hate them all!" Giana was now sobbing and her whining grew louder as the tears didn't stop flowing, wetting her face and her voice could no longer be heard clearly.
She vented out all the anger and grievances that had been bottle up inside of her to Dillon now, the feeling was so overwhelming and she didn't think she could hold it any longer.
