Aselia's POV
Xiran inaudibly gasped and I could see the shock of my words hit him with full force. He peered at me from under his hooded lashes as if pleading to be not so heartless. Although his lips didn't stir, his eyes on the other hand held a thousand emotions aimed at me. His relentless gaze not leaving mine, his words had left him and so did mine.
My heart screamed at me, and my ribs constricted around it, plunging it into a painful torture. This was the worst torture someone could inflict on him. His hair defined him, he loved his hair, I loved his hair. This would break him, this would break me too. Seemed like I wasn't torturing him, I was torturing myself too.
