Why do relationships between people change so quickly?
Just a month or two ago, she and he were close playmates. They would wander the streets looking for affordable snacks, hiding in secret rooms to play word games. Although Lawrence had a volatile temper and was easily angered, he always took care of Vivian, not wanting her to suffer the slightest grievance.
But now, he pressed her face hard, his fingers clamping her jawbone. The sense of oppression from top to bottom made Vivian unable to breathe normally.
Plop.
A cold, pale yellow liquid dripped down, splashing into her right eye.
The burning pain instantly spread through the eye socket, stimulating the delicate eyeball, and physiological tears began to secrete. Vivian let out a muffled whimper, and the next second, Lawrence let go, turning to tidy up his soaking shirt and pants.
His exposed genitalia had not yet softened; he pinched it harshly a few times, roughly stuffing it back into his pants.
Damn.
Damn it!
