"To cut it short. You don't know if you are in love with her or what you feel for her is guilt, right?"

Alasdair was now staring at Rob like he had grown two heads.

"Dude, why are you staring at me like that?" Rob scratched his head while blinking repeatedly.

"Go to bed," Alasdair only uttered these words, not paying Rob any attention again. He quietly sipped his coffee as he continued to sigh.

"Well, I know you are currently confused about your feelings and the only way to know how you truly feel is to imagine the worst happening to Anna," Rob spoke, his tone calm as he...