Lukas was not feeling well since he met with Seven this afternoon after he met with Valerie at the early time. He couldn't shrug those strange feelings of lost and uncomfortable regret dying beneath his skin.
What are these feelings? It's making him go mad, he's angered yet he doesn't know why. The heart of a man is like a serve right confusion, instead of knowing it, they reject that knowledge by confusion.
It must be different from other people, but Lukas knows nothing. Or he doesn't acknowledge that truth rotting inside his brain.
Could it be?
There was no reason for him to feel pained at the words that came from his mistress—Valerie's lips. In fact, it is one sided affection, and he didn't care about it but Lukas had never loved anyone before.
Never did he love someone his entire life. Not his mother who gave him misery nor the man who called himself his father, or the God who saved him from the abyss.
