223 Let the hearts feel.

Deming was already taken aback by sudden kiss, Lifen had given him. He wasn't able to frame the things properly that were going around him.

His head has become a big mess and so was his heart. The alcohol is his system also wasn't doing any good to him. 

He was taking the things happening around him as an illusion that was as sweet as honey  but more hard to believe like oasis in the desert. 

Was that their parting kiss? Has everything being over between them? The only thought of this made him feel the piercing jab of the dagger into his heart.

His eyes got intensely fixed on Lifen as if trying to find the hints to prove his thoughts wrong. She can't end it like this.

Panic was written all over his face. A fear to lose her was squeezing his heart from inside making him feel the pain ten hundredfolds.