Little thunderous sparks flew in the air and electrified the breathing bodies occupying the rigid room, creating welling contrasting emotions.
One felt indifference, the other one was slightly boiling with rage.
"We don't," finally Timo broke the eye contact and pushed himself off the table.
"No matter what the reason, it doesn't justify to use the past to excuse any future actions. Even if he was wronged in the past, finding a way to grow out of the toxicity and mature will benefit him in the long run. Using an excuse such as he has a reason, will not make up for any disasters caused from it."
Suddenly, Timo merged into a little helpless girl. Bloodied, bruised and torn to bits until only growing hatred evaporated out of her. Lia's words weren't only directed to Timo, about Zero. They were also intended for her past self.
