Chapter 163

• THE NIGHTMARE
• Seconds pass, turning into long minutes that feel like a pure, suffocating eternity. I forgot how to blink ever since the moment my eyes locked with this pair. It is him, beyond any doubt, but I still want to believe that it is not him. I am waiting for that flicker of a moment when his face turns into the unfamiliar face of my ghost betrothed.
• But then, minutes and minutes go by, and it is not changing. And how can it change if I hear the name loud and clear?