He stared blankly at her from above.
Alvera bit her lip, her eyes reddening. "No, I was wrong, you have no conscience. You're just the same as them."
Roland got off her and sat beside her on the sofa.
Both of them fell silent.
She stood up, draped her torn dress around her, then looked at him.
"Roland, I've been in prison, but not everyone who has been in prison is bad. Since you've decided that we should hurt each other like this, then fine. I would like to see how much you want me to regret being with you."
She took a deep breath and turned to go upstairs.
After hearing the sound of her door closing, he grabbed the glass on the coffee table and smashed them against the ground.
He felt no satisfaction in punishing her.
Instead, he was distressed by the obstinate facade that she
