Perhaps, the road toward heaven feels like hell.

The crackling noise of the fire devouring the coals in the fireplace filled the silence in Marvel's bedroom. The ash that was still warm piled up on the hearthstone, but it wasn't even half of the amount of a whole night.

"Why… After all this time, after everything that you've done to me, why are you changing your mind now?"

Alongside my words, I clenched my hands to create a fist, trying to pull them away from Marvel's clasps. I wanted to escape him, even just an inch, even just for a second. Before the flood on top of my eyes spilled from my sidelong glances. Before I surrendered to my emotions and ended up faltering again.