Christian, being graceful enough to let someone like Damian Slate, a piece of trash, live these past few days, even after everything he had discovered about him, now felt it was time to make him bid farewell to his life.
He also felt it was time to make a choice and finally move forward with his own life.
'Choices, huh.'
Suddenly, Christian felt like laughing at the irony of it all. First, it was Eva. Then, his sister. And now, his surroundings, his very circumstances, they were all forcing him to make fucking choices.
But this time, it felt different. Because making this choice couldn't have made him feel any more satisfied.
"What do you mean by what you said?"
Eva, who felt he was being strangely overly obsessed with that trash, couldn't help but voice her doubts, conveniently pretending that her earlier outburst hadn't happened.
