"So I'm stupid..." Wayne Bailey's hand slowly lowered, "I knew full well that you set a trap for me, and yet I willingly jumped into it!"
"I found that we can't even have a proper conversation anymore!" Anna Jadwin's head throbbed slightly, "I'm tired, and I don't want to argue anymore."
Wayne Bailey smiled weirdly, "Of course, the one who could get along with you and share your way of thinking was never me."
He took two steps back, opened the door, got into his car, and slammed the door so hard it seemed like it would shatter.
This inexplicably furious man accused her of everything that went wrong.
It was as if there was an invisible bomb buried between them, no matter how happy or careful they were to avoid it, even the smallest thing could easily set it off.
Anna Jadwin stood on the sidewalk for a long time, until night fell, and the streetlights stretched her long, lonely shadow across the ground.
