Chapter 16 THE RAGE

We have been sunbathing on this sun for hours - close to three hours to be precise, but he still does not want to go back inside. It depicts rigorously how much he missed this. How much he needed this sun. I am so rhapsodic that I chose to poke my luck and talk him into stepping out. "Are you sure you still don't want to go inside? The solar is slapping hard." I inquire again for the ...nth time, and just like heretofore, he twirls his head, and I don't contend anymore. I don't mind, you know! If this will help him in any way, however subtle it might be, I am willing to have my skin turned pale white by this savage sun. I don't mind nursing sunburns at the end of it. That is how much I have learned to care for him. That is nothing correlated to what I am willing to give to see the obsolete Jerol - the Jerol that was before a certain fucked up bitch decided to torment him. Or perhaps the Jerol that I met weeks ago because he was able to uphold his sanity. He had everything in control