บท 217: Not fate, but him.

"Ryan!!" 

Delyth screamed out his name, her voice shrill and desperate. But Ryan ignored her completely, his footsteps resolute as he exited the room. The sound of the door shutting behind him reverberated in a tense silence. 

Unable to bear his clear indifference, Delyth grabbed a pillow and hurled it towards the door with all her might. But it didn't even reach the doorway, instead, it fell to the floor with a dull thud.

"Ryan, you can't do that to me! You can't!" she hissed, her chest heaving with anger. Her eyes gleamed with dark malicious intensity. 

Her fingers clenched tight around the edge of the blanker as she muttered through gritted teeth, "Arwen, it's all because of you. Why did you not die in that accident? Why?"