Tragedy, tragedy! I thought that death would be the end of it, but when I opened my eyes, I became a member of the enemy's body. It doesn't matter if you get entangled with the most annoying guy. What's tragic is that the person you love is right in front of you, but you can only keep your love in your stomach.
Hey, I felt uncomfortable being entangled with someone I hated, but what was even more frustrating was that those loving eyes were replaced by the anger of hatred, burning in my heart.
They are obviously attracted to each other, but they still have to stage a drama of killing each other and loving each other. Isn't this sad enough?
