Dante walked past Mireille's room, his head throbbing and his heart aching. He stopped by her door which was slightly opened and he could hear her sobbing.
Dante's heart ached even more, knowing that he was pretty much the reason she was crying tonight. He had never intended to make her see this side of him because he knew very much that Mireille would hate him for it.
He let out a heavy breath and pulled the door shut very gently. Then proceeded to his own room. Dante shut the door behind him and let out a loud groan.
"This is the fault of those little bastards!" He punched the wall in anger.
A part of him wished he had just remained in bed with Mireille and not chosen to take a walk. He would never have heard the little bastards saying those words, he would not have killed and Mir
