Chapter 71 Not How It Is Supposed To Work
I am busy dying, a slow, tortured death. It feels as if the world has just dropped off, and it is completely spinning out of control. My ability to breathe has long gone from me. I have hands that are shaking and a heart that is pounding. There are these goddamn butterflies. My entire body has lost the will to function the way it should.
Fuck. What am I doing?
Though I do not give myself much time to think about it, for Trinity is about to walk out the door. If ever there is a time that I do this, then it must be now. So with a rather trembling ass, I call back for her.
"Princess, I want to ask you something."
She immediately looks in my direction, but before words can form around her lips, I am in front of her.