Riven rang the doorbell of Karyn's apartment impatiently. Karyn called him while crying, he don't know what else happened but it must have something to do with her parent's divorce. After a few minutes that tested Riven's patience, Karyn opened it. Riven stared at Karyn's appearance, her hair disheveled, her face disheveled and pale, her eyes puffy.
"Come in," said the girl.
"What are you doing? What happened, Ryn?" Riven said.
Karyn sat on the sofa, curled up, and hugged herself. She didn't answer.
"Ryn... What's wrong?" Riven asked quietly. He wrapped his arms around Karyn and gently rubbed her shoulder.
"I hit her Riv, that bitch. I want her dead." Karyn spoke expressionlessly as if the sentence she had just said was something trivial. The girl's blank stare made Riven shudder.
Crash? Are you serious? Dead? Wow.
