Several times, Devin went back and forth inside his room. He couldn't hide his anger at that moment. As he walked, he clenched one of his fists.
"I don't understand. Why does she force herself on Reed when he doesn't know how to respond to her feelings? Why does she have to wait, put up with everything, and hope that Reed will love her? Why?"
Devin's breathing got deeper. He let out black smoke, sending it flying into the air.
Reed and Emy, meanwhile, just got back to their house. Emy was changing her clothes when Reed came up to her.
"Need help?" Reed whispered into Emy's ear.
She closed her eyes. Reed's hot breath tickled her shoulder and ear.
"Sure, please," Emy said.
She turned around to face him. Reed took the clothes that Emy had in her hands. Reed's finger caressed the bandage that was on Emy's wound.
