Chapter 97

Time was irreversible. As things happen, you would not be able to pause, rewind, and correct a thing. I realized that as Vanessa slid to the ground, devoid of expression on her face. There was no laughter. The usual jokes were gone. She was simply there, unmoving. In order to avoid looking at her rigid form, I glanced at Ronaldo, hatred coursing through my veins.
"What have you done?"
He looked proud of his achievement as he loaded the bow with another arrow. "It's your fault Cybele....