Kyle bids Angel goodbye. He pretended to drive peacefully, he pretended to be okay, he pretended to be not affected- a real reliable person with no ulterior motive whatsoever.

“F*ck!” He shouted inside his car as he abruptly pulls his car on the side, just two blocks away from Angel’s house.

A series of honking cars and angry drivers follows, irritated pedestrians also shouted at him but he couldn’t care less.

Kyle buried his face on the steering wheel, his hands dangling lifelessly on the sides. For a split second, he imagines going back, continuing the kiss that was stolen from him. He imagines confrontations, saying things he shouldn’t say,...