Things didn't go according to plan again. You're falling in love with violence. It didn't hurt you to hit each other so hard. Love him and yourself. The next night, after another tantrum, you start to feel empty. Moonlight pours in from the windows. You were pushed and laid on a table, pinned by your wrists. The documents that lay on the table crumbled and fell with a faint rustling sound. Sensing keeps you breathing heavily. He's tense. There's a slap mark on his cheek, and his hair is a little messy. Your wrists are a little red. A scratch bleeds on your cheek. You've been fighting again, and now you're tired.

— "It's damn leading... I.. I'm tired, you know..?"

Chuya let out a short sigh. He leaned closer. Your lips were almost touching.

— "Why we should relieve our fatigue on each other..."

He lightly squeezed your wrists

— "Calm down, Baby... It's okey...."