"Fil, I'm sorry! I was wrong!"
Fil looked down coldly at Vincent, who was begging her on his knees. His eyes were swollen from all the crying. He looked distraught and desperate, unlike how he usually presented himself to others.
"Pathetic," she whispered. "I feel disgusted that I loved you so much. How did I not see how pathetic you were sooner?"
"Fil…" Vincent crawled to her feet. "Please, give me a chance."
"No."
"Fil!"
"Vincent, I admit that I still cry whenever I think of you, but… I won't be fooled again."
Vincent's lips parted, looking at her listlessly. "Fil… please," he whispered. "Wake up."
"Huh?"
"If you won't wake up, then I have no choice," Vincent added, causing deep lines in between her brows.
When Fil blinked, Vincent was no longer kneeling in front of her. Instead, Jackson was standing in front of her with an annoyed look on his face.
