Soojin walked back to her chamber, never looking back.
After all, how could she?
She was partly to blame.
She was the reason he was crumbling like a stone on a harsh windy day and yet, she was the wind that had managed to strike the rock, not at once, rather time by time.
She was surprised.
Had she seen emotions in the eyes of the man she had always deemed to be a mastermind, reincarnation of The Devil?
It was something she couldn't digest.
Tears in the eyes of the one who'd left her tossing and turning in bed, leaving behind tear stains on her own head rest.
Was he crying? She wondered.
His voice was shaky and yet, he was a man who was engulfed whole by the God of Anger.
He'd turned into another person as he smashed his bare wrists against the concrete.
She was sure that the crack she'd heard was from his own knuckle bones, which had been splintered off.
Why was he so self-destructive?
