After a long drive, Raymond finally parked the car in front of Mira's home, and Grace hurried down the car. She was sad and happy at the same time, and Raymond knew it.
He didn't walk down the car; he sat there and watched her run to the door happily before she stopped on her track and turned to him. "Come on," she said, and he nodded.
Raymond clenched his fist tighly. "What type of person is she?" He thought he knew her perfectly well, but now that she proved him wrong, how could she not hate him?
"Fuck," he sighed, taking out the cigarette and lighting it before he puffed the smoke while trying to confirm if he deserved someone like her.
Her pure heart and light, then his stone-hearted hand and darkness. When they said opposite attracted, they sure weren't kidding.
Life itself was a joke to him.
"Ray!!!" He heard Grace shout from inside; he got alerted and quickly alighted the car and rushed inside.
