Chapter 115: Mother Progenitor

I don't know how to describe it, but I think I've found the perfect word for it: crap. That's the most accurate way to describe situations where nothing you try works, and instead, you're met with utter indifference. Frustrating, especially when you're the one most interested in something. It's like when you're into a girl, and she's not into you. That's kind of how I feel right now, only with the difference that I don't care about the affection of the woman I'm trying to talk to. Completely ignored in every way possible.

I stared somberly at the same wooden door behind which was Eva, the woman whose voice I only had the chance to hear once.