Angeal was already on her bed, in a daze. Frey sighed as she sat beside her, patting her back as Angeal blankly stared at her wall full of portraits with her friends.
She looked at them and saw the pictures she had with Arvid and Frey. Those were such good mementos of her past memories—one that she would love to remember forever.
But when her eyes skimmed on the photos, especially the recent ones where Dharvey and Arlo are present, her mind suddenly started to go haywire.
She remembered seeing them in Dharvey's house together. Arlo was not wearing his shirt and his shirt was worn by Dharvey. The kiss mark that Angeal saw on Dharvey's neck had already told her everything.
What they heard from the door before it was opened had told her everything.
Remembering how this day had a lot of ups and downs in itself made it too much for Angeal.
