Ty was no longer the logical and calculative man he was. Since Arya's death, his brain has disconnected from reality.
He didnt know until after she was gone that he was that deeply in love. It was too late.
She was gone. He could no longer hear her voice nor could he listen to her pleasurable moan.
He emptied the bottle of liquor and took a new one ready to consume it.
Maybe if Jasmine was still alive, he would have someone to vent his anger on.
His lifestyle had been monotonous. He killed, hurt, stole and took without remorse.
He watched others cry for their loved one without giving a damn. Heck, he never shed a single tear even when his mother died.
What was this then? Why did it hurt so much he felt suffocated by the pain? Never in his wildest dream did he think that he would be unable to take the pain one day.
Yet, here he was. Suffering from such a pain. A pain that nothing could soothe. Wait, did he forget something?