"Wh-what?" She stuttered at the right of him, who was dressed like a mediaeval King ready to go out for a hunt.At the sight of her he grenade wildly. He had no problem in flashing his fans at her in fact he did so proudly.
"Going somewhere?" He teased. "I know this place seems like a maze so do you want my help?"
She gulped and shook her head. " No, no." The no was not an answer to his question rather something she was telling her own self. No it was not real. Noah was not standing there.
Perhaps there are situations where even if one did help themselves God did not bother replying.
Fate was Cruel, so could she take the blame?
She was unconsciously biting a part of her left that she was not ready to let go as it change trembled dangerously at what he was going to do.
