Thinking each other
Dean entered his room. He walked with unsteady steps, then threw himself on the bed. The man was silent in tiredness, annoyed, hurt, and in the shadows of the past.
"Jill... Clarissa... Now you guys are like ghosts roaming around in my head. I'm going to go crazy if I continue to be in this position," Dean whispered as he stared at the ceiling, remembering how he often made love in that room with Bryana. he couldn't deny that he missed his wife, but the image of Clarissa's face crying as she endured the pain was dying, made him feel unworthy of happiness because Bryana was Stevan's daughter.
Dean massaged his dizzy head, then turned to look at his wedding photo with Bryana hanging on the wall of the room. the photo, showing how happy he is with his wife because they can get married easily because Stevan immediately gave him his blessing, even convincing him as a man who could be the protector of the family.