~DORIAN’S POV~
Why do I feel this weird pain in my chest? Watching her cry makes me sad. Why is that?
Frustrated from my inability to answer the simplest questions, I lose my necktie and plop on the bed. As I get rid of my white shirt, I feel the smell of Cecilia’s perfume coming from it.
I throw that shirt to the corner of my room. She’s already messing up my head. I don’t want to smell or hear anything related to her. I hate the fact that my hatred for her is just depleting day by day, something which feels like a betrayal towards my mother. I can't stop hating her, not for my mother's sake.
While I am struggling to come up with a sound reason to help myself with maintaining my dissipating hatred, a sudden knock on my bedroom door interrupts my train of thoughts.
“Who is it?”
