As Vyan stared into Iyana's eyes with hurt reflecting in his orbs, she looked away, unable to bear the sting. She had hurt him with her words, she knew.
She didn't know why she did that. It wasn't that she was mad at him; she was mad at herself. She was blaming herself, and she was taking it out on him. She was well aware that it was utterly stupid, but she couldn't help it.
She could understand why he hid this matter from her, given she herself was hiding something from him, but… she just didn't know how to react. How should she take this news—that he was going to die sooner because of her?
If he hadn't given up those ten years of his lifetime, he wouldn't be having his last twenty-one days left to be living now.
Perhaps, she should be blaming the deities for this, for giving him such a short lifetime to begin with. After all the unfair things he had to face all his life until now, he was destined to live for thirty-one years? How was that okay? How was that fair?
