Carmela’s hands struck hard against Maxwell's chest but he didn’t bulge. He kept pulling her closer and tightening his lips on hers.

She couldn’t breathe. She was weak and sad. It felt like she was caged in a dark room and there was no window to let air into the room.

She begged to end her life because she couldn’t bring herself to do it. If only Max was still here, she could have still had a bit of her sanity.

“P-please…” she begged as her lips slightly released from ...