I came from reading the new chapter, and I feel like crying. It's impossible to read all those dialogues and not feel the weight of the pressure, the fear, the despair, the agony, and the bitter loneliness that Bekhee endures. I feel a lot of empathy for him; he's just a child who wants to escape his father, but he's trapped by the hope that imprisons his mind and body, a hope tied to a person who sees him only as a mere possession.
I came from reading the new chapter, and I feel like crying. It's impossible to read all those dialogues and not feel the weight of the pressure, the fear, the despair, the agony, and the bitter loneliness that Bekhee endures. I feel a lot of empathy for him; he's just a child who wants to escape his father, but he's trapped by the hope that imprisons his mind and body, a hope tied to a person who sees him only as a mere possession.