But I still didn't give up, wondering if something supernatural had happened and a new soul had entered his body.
Taking the opportunity of living with him, I began to observe his behavior every day.
After I was admitted to a local university, Vincent bought this villa near the school so that we could live together. He was worried about me living alone on campus and would only feel at ease if I was with him.
There was no change in his behavior.
He never touched mangoes which might cause allergies, didn't eat overly sweet things, and had a very regular routine.
In the past, he used to get up early every day to prepare breakfast for me, but now, he would get up early and go out alone to have breakfast.
I was overwhelmed by his indifference and didn't know when it would end. Because of it, I broke a bowl so hard during an early morning breakfast-making session that the sharp porcelain cut my finger severely.
The blood ran away in an instant.
Hearing the sound in the living room, Vincent slowly walked towards me, and I looked at him expectantly.
Unexpectedly, he sneered, "These pieces should be cut on your wrists!"