What She Wanted To Know

(From Demetrius's Perspective) 

I watched my wife as she enthusiastically kept turning around the pages of the file. Her face kept brightening up and then darkening the next moment. All of the emotions were shadowing her face.

She was pitiful. She was very young but got in the middle of the chaos created by her father and the ones around her. It was not a fate she decided. Everything had been decided for her. And my little wife had been trying to get the leash of her fate in her hands for so long. She was even married to an obsessive bastard; she truly was pitiful. 

When she fell unconscious today, the same fear as before struck me. It was just like the same when she had been unconscious for two days while we were in Ataraxia. I thought she would not wake up again. My heart almost stopped. It was hard to breathe. I could do nothing, but watch her and wait for her to wake up. The feeling was suffocating and it hurt me like nothing else.