This night, they had sex again. They didn't even know why or how could a fight end up in bed, they couldn't stop. Yes, they were combined, but the problem was never solved.
Deeply frustrated by that fact, Darren sat at the edge of the bed, he supported his forehead with his right hand in a fragile way, he secretly asked a question in his mind:
'Why wouldn't you love me?'
Scratching the inner wall of his consciousness, he felt his headache becoming severe like a blade of rationality drilling n his head; but the most painful part was never there, it was somewhere in his chest he was afraid to admit. It ached not when he's breathing, not when