CHAPTER 6

     DAEM'S POV 

He walks to the third floor of the condominium because his unit is there. When he got there, he immediately stopped when he noticed a woman bent over and sobbing. 

She was sitting in front of his door; he didn't know who it was. Because it was bent over and he couldn't see her face, it was as if he was familiar with her because of what she was wearing. Daem immediately approached it and lowered himself to touch it because it was already sitting.

❝Miss!❞ he got her attention when he touched her shoulder.

Daem immediately caught her attention when she yawned.

❝Angel? ❞ he called her name.

Even though her long hair blocked her face a bit, it didn't stop her from recognising him. It didn't stand up right away, so he took a stand for it himself and went down for it. Daem doesn't know, but he feels that she needs sympathy. Even if he is not good at comforting people, he is still ready to accompany her.

❝What are you doing here? ❞ he asked here when he also sat in front of his door.

Daem faced her and smiled—a smile with pain in his eyes that was hard to bear.

❝I don't know, I don't even know where I'm going anymore.❞ this meaningful promise that he understands very much because he is the same.

❝Maybe you need to talk, that's why you're here.❞ he said.

Daem understands her situation very well because he has been like that all his life. Since then, until now, his life has not been directed as if he were an exile from this society.

 ❝Maybe I don't know. I don't really understand myself anymore,❞ he replied to her.

❝My life wasn't like this before she was alive.❞ Angel said he could feel the weight she felt while saying those words.

You lost him; that's why you're acting like this.

The most difficult enemy in this world is death, because you never know when it will come. 

But I am not afraid of death. Why? It's simple because when it's your time, it's your time. 

We can't do anything about what fate has planned for us. And then what is beautiful in life?

 I'm alive, but I can't feel it because my heart is drowning in deep sadness, as if there is no end and if death is the only way to escape from all the problems in the world.

Why avoid? If this is the answer I have in mind, it may be wrong in everyone's eyes, but this is the only way I can think of.

Sometimes I even want to die to escape all the problems in the world, but I'm afraid that maybe regret will come later.

Daem felt like Angel was not the only one who needed someone to talk to and sympathise with because himself seemed to need it too, even if he didn't admit it to himself. 

Daem doesn't know what to say because he has no experience with love. For him, love is only found in novels, and in the real world, you can't see it, especially if you look far away.

❝I don't know what to say. I don't have any experience like that.❞ he leaned against the door so that even if it was just a door, he could lean on it.

Daem looked at her, but she just looked straight; he didn't dare look at her either. But he could feel his eyes staring at his face because he was not numb. Sometimes, when he was numb, to avoid this situation that had not yet started, he had no intention of continuing.

 ❝And I don't want you to experience that either,❞ Angel said, which caused him to look at her.

Daem immediately looked away from her, so she just backed away and looked in another direction.

 ❝I don't want to experience that, anyone? ❞ he asked in the air.

It's up to them, not you or me, to dictate it.

❝But knowing if that's impossible,❞ this joint hurts.

That depends on their choice, because what we chose made our future.

❝I guess nothing is impossible. If avoided,❞ he said.

Like him, love has knocked on his heart many times, but he didn't dare to open it.

❝That can't be avoided,❞ he replied to her.

That's what you think of love; it's coming, and it's inevitable.

We look at it differently.

❝We see it differently,❞ that's all he said.

Daem dared to turn his gaze to her face, and she also turned to him, and their eyes met.

❝It's like it's for me when it comes in front of me.❞ he stopped talking and stared into her eyes with a meaning that even he couldn't understand.

 ❝I will avoid it at any cost. Even in that way, I can be hurt. I don't care as long as I fight it as long as I can. I will never give up my heart for love that can't hold for long,❞ he told her.

Daem was surprised when she suddenly laughed at what he was saying so seriously that he suddenly raised one eyebrow.

Is there something funny in what I said?

❝What kind of love do you have there? I'm talking about accident, incident, and death as if it's far from love.❞ he promised her with a laugh.

Daem doesn't know why. But when he saw her laughing happily, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips, as if he were infected with it.

❝Yes,❞ he replied.

❝Accident, incident, and death of your boyfriend,❞ he said.

I am right? Angel laughed again and shook her head so that he was a little confused. His forehead was furrowed, and his face showed the question—who?

❝I haven't gotten into any relationships yet,❞ she said, which surprised him.

It's really surprising that someone with angelic beauty like this has yet to be claimed.

❝Then, who is he?❞ he couldn't continue his question because Angel immediately interjected.

It turned again in another direction, but he was still staring at her because he was still waiting for an answer.

❝Who is the reason? Who was with me before?❞ she continued his question.  

 ❝That's my sister, my twin.❞ her voice showed the sadness she felt when she mentioned her—her twin.

When Angel mentioned her sister, her twin, Daem easily understood her feelings because maybe it's really hard to lose, especially if the one who is lost is the person who can never be replaced by anyone. If the husband, partner, or lover can easily change the family, the family is probably the one who can sympathise with any worldly blow in your life.

In truth, Daem still can't relate to this, not because he hasn't lost his family yet, but because it's painful to think about and accept that he doesn't really have a family. His father was already familiar when he met his mother, but because he was really flirtatious, this young man introduced himself to his mother, who was apparently a college student who was passionate, so he was born into a world where no one could be considered a parent because he was afraid of responsibility for his father, while his mother was not ready then.

But wasn't it really ready then? Or maybe he also abandoned him and gave the responsibility of raising him to his grandparents. But in the end, they abandoned him and gave up on him because he was a rebel kid.

❝Aren't you ashamed? ❞ Angel asked him when she stood up.

Angel shook her butt, which was a little dirty from sitting on the floor, so Daem looked away from it because he was still sitting, and Angel shook her ass in front of him, right on his face. 

❝Shamed where?❞ he asked, confused.

When Angel finished shaking, she immediately faced him, so he immediately returned his attention to her. Daem also stood up because his legs were shaking from sitting.

❝We've been talking outside here for a while now; don't you have any plans to let me inside?❞ she asked him directly, so he immediately looked at her.

❝I've been bothering here for a while now,❞ she complained to him.

Daem also noticed it because Angel was rubbing and feeling her knee.She wants to go inside. Is she thinking? Daem didn't know if this woman's mind had a problem because she wanted to enter his condo unit.

 Didn't she think that they just met a while ago? They just met five hours ago, and it's too dangerous to trust someone you just met. 

❝Aren't you afraid?❞ he asked her.

Daem looked into her eyes, and it was the same with her. He looked closely at her eyes, and he didn't see even the slightest trace of fear in her eyes. 

And that's what makes him wonder here—maybe he's too handsome to be afraid of. Let's admit that sometimes what is feared is often ugly; what is thought of as doing bad things is ugly just because it is on their face that they will do bad things.

And the handsome ones are admired because there is nothing in their face that they will do badly because, no matter how beautiful their face is, we often think that they will do the same. Because it's hard to think badly of someone with an angelic face. We often base ourselves on a person's physical appearance, so sometimes we get hurt.

❝Afraid of what? On you?❞ Angel just laughed at him, and she looked seriously into his eyes.

❝Why?❞ she looked into his eyes seductively.

❝Are you a dangerous man?❞ she asked when she moved her seductive finger to his face.

❝A killer?❞ her seductive fingers landed on his neck as if she were going to strangle him in a seductive way.

 ❝A murderer?❞ until she slowly lowered her fingers to his chest and seductively circled it there.

❝A rapist?❞ and what made his hair stand up the most was her sudden look at the lower part of his body.

❝Of course not,❞ he said firmly as he stiffened between her legs.

Daem grabbed Angel's hand that was playing on his chest; he took it and bravely put it down. And he breathed a sigh of relief when he managed to get it down. Daem quickly withdrew her hand when he heard her response.

❝That's right, let's see inside because my stomach is also aching.❞ she cheered inside his condo unit as if she were the owner of that condo unit.

Suddenly, Angel took his arm and pulled him to open the door. So Daem couldn't do anything but sigh at the nastiness of the woman he had just met.

I'm going to have a headache with this girl.

Angel pulled him, and he couldn't do anything but follow it. Daem immediately opened the door, but before he could step foot inside, Angel was already ahead of him, as if she were the owner of that condo unit.

Angel went inside, as if Daem no longer needed to tell her that—feel at home—because he hadn't offered her a seat yet; she sat down on her own as if she were in her own home.

❝Perhaps you want to gave me a coffee.❞ She made him listen.

Daem was just about to sit down when he immediately heard her, so he didn't sit down. He didn't sit down yet, and he immediately stood up.

 ❝Strong or sweet?❞ he asked her.

❝I think what you need is strong coffee to wake you up; lose the alcohol that's right for you,❞ he said.

Maybe it will clear up at least a little after drinking strong coffee. Daem knows that strong coffee is for people who don't want to sleep because it's a wake-up call, but he's going to try to get rid of this girl.

It's not his fault that Angel was too drunk; his only fault was that he gave her a drug that probably added to the alcohol

she already drank.

❝It's up to you; this is your place after all,❞ she just said.