All day, William did not come out of his residence. He just stood in front of the large window and watched what was presented outside the building that had confined him these days.
Since Marion's arrival a few days ago, he had felt more than well. However, for some reason, the next day even the pain he felt was far more than before. He rolled over and even slammed his own body until there was some damage in his house. Today, several members were renovating the damage he had done, while he was still looking out with a gloomy face.
William could sense the presence of someone entering the room he was in, but unfortunately, not the person he was expecting.
"What are you doing here, Ange?" William asked, not taking his eyes off the window. He let Ange sit on the sofa in the room, then folded her arms as she watched the man—who was no longer a child—be sad.
Like a child who doesn't get the toy he wants.
