Elias stared at the skinny woman in the coffin with his hands clenched tightly into fists. His eyes turned a deep shade of red, resembling the hue of blood as his body trembled with rage, but a blank expression remained on his face as he stared solely at Janet.
His urge to kill skyrocketed as he thought of all that his Amaira must've been through, but there was nothing he could do; what he was seeing now was only a memory from thirty years ago.
'I couldn't even help her,' he thought with an irritated expression. 'I was stuck in a fucking baby!'
"It makes no sense for you to get angry about it now," he heard Amaira's voice say. She held onto his hand with both of her much smaller ones, "All of this is in the past and cannot be changed; don't waste your rage on these monsters."
Elias bit down on his bottom lip until it bled. "I couldn't help you."
