Harold had previously witnessed Rena’s captivating charm when she engaged in such intimate gestures with him.

His emotions surged, fueling a blaze of anger within him, prompting his fists to clench tightly.

Overwhelmed by Rena’s painful yet joyful groan, Harold succumbed to an impulsive urge, striking the adjacent wall with a forceful punch.

Crimson droplets adorned the wall’s surface, creating a splattered canvas of blood.

Harold’s hand, wounded from the impact, bled profusely.

the pain, remaining motionless

ardent desire to

course of action would

endeavors would crumble to naught in an

heavy heart, Harold took his leave, driving toward

vivid recollections of him. As his vehicle rolled into the premises, the guard extended a warm welcome, exclaiming,

greeting with

apartment spanning approximately 80

Moore family dwelled within this aging apartment, where Harold’s mother would haggle at the market in

Times were arduous indeed.

of self—worth, Rena would frequently grace his presence,

naive woman she

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