Olive continued, "It is partially my fault anyway, after all, I offered my blood even though you were hesitant, so shut it."
Valentine breathed heavily, his eyes fixed on the marble floor. The bubbles of tears falling from his eyes dripped onto the floor.
Olive who was staring at him pinched between his brows. "Did I really stab you with my words that badly? Why are you crying so much? You were never a crybaby's Valentine. Has being so close to death gotten a grip on your emotions?"
"Your mouth is a horrible container of words," Valentine mumbled in between tears, his hands balling into tight fists. He frowned, raising his head too galore at him. "You do realize that keeping me alive means my emotions will continue to mess with yours until that long. You can't really tolerate that, can you? You are not that type of person, Olive."
"Meaning?" Olive tilted his head, nettled. "Are you saying that I can't deal with your stupid horrible emotions?"
