Clarke Mansion, 7.30 AM.
The sun that slowly emerged from the eastern horizon seemed shy because it didn't want to break through the clumps of clouds that had gathered in the sky, the serene atmosphere that soothed every human being could not be felt by Christian. After sleeping fast yesterday after getting deep stitches on his forehead due to a single accident, Christian wakes up much earlier than usual. However, because of the pain in the stitches, Christian can only sit back on his bed, staring at the window of his room which is still tightly closed by a dark curtain.
His quarrel with Zwetta at Luna's grave made Christian lose control until he finally hit a box car that was stopped on the side of the road, fortunately there were no casualties in the accident. The only victim in the incident was himself.
"Are you still mad at me right now, Zee?" Christian says hoarsely, his blue eyes brimming with tears again as he remembers how angry Zwetta was with him.