162.

Dalia's POV.

I stopped humming.

Poor Eros.

Poor Eros.

Poor Eros. I wish it didn't have to be like this. We are supposed to be seated, sharing memories together. But instead, He chose to share painful memories with me. It is a pity. Really.

"Icarus showed my parents his plans to become an athlete. Guess what he chose? A damn wrestler." Eros spat bitterly. He didn't even wait for me to answer his questions before answering them himself. He must be really in pain.

From the corner of my eyes, I watched his relaxed position. The way he placed both arms at the back of his head so they acted like cushions. His left leg crossed the right and he seemed content sitting with me and telling me everything.

I mean, I asked the question first. I didn't expect him to reply to me as usual. Then he started talking about his siblings. "Why are you so angry? What's wrong with being a wrestler?"

Eros frowned. "He is a coward and a coward can't be a wrestler."

I nodded my head like I agreed with his unlogi