158 He was in Pain, His Heart is Aching

He was tired, more tired than the previous days, but it wasn't because of physical tiredness from a tiring job, but rather it was a complex thought that was piling up in his head. All the pressure of thought was visible on his discolored face, but he was good at covering it up with an infinite calm; covered his face with a domineering cold expression, so that no one would feel sorry for him.

In this room, there was only silence and dim light and the two of us still had not spoken to each other. However, even so, silence had revealed the feelings of each other, but they couldn't all be together. My sadness and hatred were contradictory things and would never fuse even if they were directed at the same person.

I didn't dare to say anything this time, it would only make his mood which had already worsened get worse, until his cell phone that rang like a storm that had come melted the atmosphere in the middle of the calm sea where we were both drifting.