Chapter 52

"O human race, born to fly upward, wherefore at a little wind dost thou so fall?"

Dante Alighieri

My day from then on didn't improve in any way. There was no sign of Arthur's entourage outside on the car park, so I let go a sigh of relief. After I made sure that all the doors were locked, I went back to bed. I shut my eyes, hoping to get some sleep, but old memories flooded my head. It was like I was experiencing the past all over again, hearing the same screams, experiencing the same exaggerated emotions. I covered my face with the pillow and kept breathing until those images faded away. Arthur would hate me once he knew the truth and it wasn't easy to digest the fact that his undying love could easily turn into hatred. People used to say that there was a thin line between love and hate, and I completely agreed with that statement.