บท 158: Raw from the Heart

"Angelo, are you seriously doing this?"

Marvel appeared by the door of my bedroom, looking extremely pissed. I turned my head to him and my eyes captured his hand gripping the doorknobs, slightly shaking as he was holding in his anger.

The frown on his forehead was deep, rigid, and cold. He looked like he was doing his best to restrain any negative energy from bursting forth. Why, though, after all this time? Seeing him unnecessarily taking in all those destructive emotions only made me want to provoke him all the more.

Back then when I first opened my eyes, I wanted to convey my feelings to Marvel. When that time comes, I won't hesitate again, and we will have a happy ending… There was hope before. Just a tiny flicker in the darkness. With the eyes of confidence I reached out, fingers extended, and then reality said I was wrong.