(Author's POV)
"Please, Myra, pleaseeeeeeee~~~~~ give me one more chance. I beg you," Elio nearly sobbed, bruised and broken mentally.
Myra's conscience was ready to take a nosedive. Elio was~ … in a way~ … ~her first love. The one she had fallen for. The one that had made her heart dance for the first time. The one she had kissed~ …. willingly. Even sitting and talking about trivial things with him was comforting. He had always been kind and empathetic towards her.
But now, seeing his six foot five self, looking small and crumbling, was crushing her soul. She could feel his agony, his anguish, his torment deep within her chest. The harrowing pain struck her like a lit matchstick. Before she could give him any answer, she clutched her chest and started coughing badly.
Shaking off his painful state, Elio snapped out and regained composure. He was instantly by Myra's side, holding her shoulder with one hand while the other one patted her back soothingly.
