You grabbed Serena's fountain pen and pressed it into your palm, drawing blood that dripped onto the clean floor.

Serena's fingers tightened around your wrist, feeling the warmth of your blood.

You sat on Serena's lap, and she felt the tension in you, contrasting with the anger in her chest.

"What's the matter with you?!"

Serena's voice was filled with disbelief and a bit of desperation.

She looked into your eyes, which were filled with anger again.

But beneath the anger, Serena saw tears ready to fall, showing your deep sadness.