60. Fighting for a Fantasy

‘You can tell me, Claire. Did that psychopath hurt you?’

She answered amidst uncontrolled sobs, ‘I think he threatened me…I honestly don’t remember. I think he said something about the night being full of woes or something.’ She began crying a little louder.

Luckily the bench sleeper was still knocked out and the left bench was yet to be occupied. Sineas’ heart melted in anguish. Her cries were cries of one in pain, yes, but there was something about the way she cried. It was so low and innocent. It was like watching a harmless kitten drown and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Powerless and shaken by the deep, cold waters that threatened to swallow you both if you dared to jump in. All you could do was stand and watch, waiting for the next person to step in and do something. Sineas decided that he was going to be that person. He was not going to allow her to sit there and wallow in her pain while he idly watched. She ha
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