"Well, I don't. You mourn her death, I have no intentions of doing that." He said with austerity and turned away and left as I again came after him and he continued, "The day she broke her boundaries, her death became my goal. I don't feel anything for her. This has to happen."

"Then not as the person who attempted low acts but as a person you once loved. Tell me how you feel?" I asked. He stopped and turned to me, he narrowed his eyes at me in anger but I also glared at him. We both have a staring competition which he loses as he sighed and replied,...