"I've done the right thing, haven't I?" Angela muttered while sitting on the side of her bed. "Then why does my chest feel so tight?"

'Angela, I like you. Be my lover.'

Angela recalled Regan's words. Memories of him and Regan flashed through his head.

"I can't possibly like him either, can I?" She hugged his own knees and buried his face between them.

"Even though I also like him, so what? I don't deserve to be happy. The purpose of my life is only for revenge, not for a happy life," she muttered unconsciously while crying silently.

***

Regan was currently in his room, pensive. Angela's words kept ringing...