Bryce was left slumped on the tiled floor while staring at his bleeding wound on his palm.
When Nia left him, he tighten the small piece of cloth around his hand and since he cannot tie it, he just told the excess inside the other roll.
He knew that it was his fault. He shouldn't blame her to what happen on him. It was not her fault that his past is now backfiring.
He glance at the messy house. All the things he managed to buy using his own money by earning a living is now a waste.
The white antic jar with bulge flowering design that he purchased from his friend--that came from thailand--was shattered into tiny pieces.
All the kitchen utensils were cut into half and thrown into a nearby garbage.
The couch cushions and pillows were sliced in half.
Most of his electric gadgets looks l
