Still...

The last part of our little reunion in his study room was with me trying to run out from it, well, I would like to say that I was successful, and I did get outside that place, but I couldn't.

He didn't stop me with his hands or arms, but the word 'custody' and 'Mila' didn't let me step out. I knew I was in front of a big wall of guilt and shame. I guess he knew I was feeling so guilty from running away that time, and that I felt so much shame from the way we came back.

I know he was taking some revenge against me, I let him without retaliating, and I was even congratulating him. Maybe he wanted to see me suffering and crying, then begging him to come back to me. However, that was not my plan.

From the moment I went out of this city and after the four years passed, I didn't have the intention to come back to him.

"What do you want?" I asked him. This time I will comply with every one of his terms.