It is a true saying that the consequences of anger are far more grievous than what caused the anger in the first place.
Blaze felt as though someone had ripped out his heart and left it under the scorching sun to wither.
The stinging slap Amelia dealt across his face was nothing compared to watching the level of disgust, bitterness and resentment in her teary eyes. It broke his heart into a tiny million pieces leaving minimal room for repair.
When he reached out to touch her, she shoved him backwards with all her might, hurling curses at him, her frail frame trembling vigorously.
"Amy, I'm sorry."
"You're sorry!" Amelia screamed in his face, her raging hormones fueling her anger, making her act wildly. "You call hurting my father an unfortunate accident. You are so heartless. I know you hurt him intentionally. You've always wanted to do that for a long time because you blame him for the death of your father."
"No."