Persephone jolted out of stupor when Villain pressed on the brakes. "Did we reach?"
"No," Villain replied in an irritating voice. His cold mood was back with the coldness of this city.
Persephone just sighed. From tomorrow onwards, she might not have to deal with this tsundere ever again.
His split personality disorder was out of her sense anyways. Yet the thought enough that she wouldn't be able to see him ever again was enough to pierce her heart with millions of glass pieces.
"Sit here," Villain then told her. "I would be right back."
Before Persephone could say anything, Villain was gone from her eyesight. Looking out of the window, she was graced by dark streets and cold breeze against her warm skin.
She would miss such an awesome climate too.
Although it could get hot in the day, the nights were always cooler here.
If she could, she would never go back to New York.
