Purple Summers was engulfed by a sense of self-loathing.
She had thought herself not the kind of person to judge by appearances, and now she realized she was no exception.
"If you don't believe it, what then?" Alexander Summers teased her over the phone.
Purple came back to her senses.
"...If I don't believe it..." Her voice trailed off, Purple was feeling down, no longer in the mood for jokes, "Believe it or not, whatever, doesn't matter."
After saying that, she fell silent, as if sulking.
"What's wrong?" Alexander was somewhat surprised, sensing something off with her mood.
Purple replied, "It's nothing."
Her voice was weak, making Alexander feel she was brushing him off.
"Purple, are you angry?" He was puzzled and unsure, had he said something to offend her? Yet they always talked like this, and he had never seen Purple angry before.
Purple also felt that it was kind of pointless.
She was just angry at herself.
