CHAPTER 44: Unintentional but Intentional

THIRD-PERSON:

The sun was scorching eating up all the surroundings into its heat. People continued their normal daily activities on a Tuesday afternoon.

The room was dark with only limited light of the sun making its way. Silence fell through as the only sound of thudding and breathing presented itself.

Reminiscing every moment for the past few days were frustrating. Each emotion came in form of a punch. The punching bag was having its worst day.

The male kept on punching as his head was reminded of each gaze, look, and expression towards....him.

Knuckles started to bleed but he couldn't care less. His gloves were long gone. The only thing that was in his mind as she was his and no one can take her.

The door flung open but he did not flinch even an inch as he continued doing his job.

Rosalina entered the room to ask for an assignment only to see the room dark. Only a little light coming through. She looked for him when her attention fell on the boy near the window, his focus on the pu