It was fifteen minutes to ten, before Madelyn had to go upstairs.

"Stand right there!"

She heard someone roar.

Then, she saw two persons walk into the neighborhood.

Forrest walked over with a cigarette in hand while a young, beautiful girl ran after him. She had long, wavy hair and wore a knitted long dress.

The girl ran to face him and slapped him across the face, "You're scum, Forrest!"

She continued, "How dare you break up with me over a single text?! What do you take me for? Do you think I'm just a toy you can discard at your will?"

Forrest was unfazed. He chuckled and chucked away the cigarette he was holding. He stuck his hands into his pockets and said, "It was just a fling. We broke up because I got tired of it."

The white streetlights shone on Forrest's hair. The breeze gently blew against his bangs, and they fell over his eyes, which quickly swelled up and revealed a handprint from the slap.

"I'm not interested in women who desperately throw themselves at me. Maybe y