Trembling with anger, he rushed to her, grabbed her arms suddenly, and stared. Startled by his angry approach, she stared at him in shock, swallowing. He glared at her, and roared viciously, "What do you think of yourself? Who are you that you want to tear open my hidden wound? Who are you?"
The intensity of his voice sounded horrible as she writhed in fear, trying to break free from his frenetic grip. "Monsieur Roger... what did I do? Please let go of my arm, it hurts so much."
"How could you say the same thing as her, How could you break my heart so much? You... how could you understand me so accurately? I'm so pissed off," His loud scream was distorted as if struggling to swallow sad tears.
Suddenly, hearing his painful accusation, she stopped struggling in his arms. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she could clearly see the immense grief engulfing him completely. "Monsieur Roger"
