
The torture for his heart must continue.
While sobbing unhappily, I wrapped my body in a blanket and I ran to the roof top. Up there, I screamed as loud as my vocal cords could with a frustrated look. I know Reza must have followed me. And I also know, my fragility is a piece of glass that can hurt his heart. Just pretend to faint.
Like a beard fire, Reza patted me on the cheek and called out to me so that I could get along. Since there was no reaction, he held me down and laid me down in the sofabed gallery room. In a hurry, he went down the stairs to the room and returned with a bottle of eucalyptus oil in his hand. I also stopped fainting as soon as the smell of eucalyptus oil pierced my sense of smell, then inched to sit, and Reza hugged me tightly.
"My father was a man with a high enough need of *ex" I said.
Hearing that, as soon as Reza's embrace loosened, she let go of her embrace and covered me with a blanket as I bent my legs and covered my body with both hands.
Story finished. I hid my face and I let myself as much as I could between my legs, even though I had been crying since then.
Unfortunately, Reza just hugged me without being able to say anything but sorry.
Oh, unfortunately fate. I'm hurt again.