The Anguish

"I'm sorry for your loss." He said while sitting down beside him. 

Devor didn't move his gaze away from Heena's face and just lightly nodded his head in acknowledgment. Max didn't say anything else and just sat there, keeping him company.

After a while, Devor opened his mouth, "She had a short temper, and because I was always doing something stupid, she would get angry. We would bicker and fight all the time, even over the smallest things."

A desolate smile appeared on his face as he lovingly caressed her cheek, "She would hit me every chance she got, even in front of other people, not caring about my dignity, but I liked it. I loved every moment I spent with her. She loved me, and I loved her... no, I love her even now. I…"