Noah Holden's Secret Diary

- Athena, don't you have heartache? You know what they think about you. Don't you blame yourself for everything you've done, or fell bad for been so hated? - my gaze fell on the girl beside. The blue hair created a cloud shrouded of her perfectly sculpted face.
A debauchee smile has escaped from her lips. - Oh, Holden, you have a lot of things to learn. The opinion of others can't change your essence. They can say what they want, I'll never change.
- Not even love? - said with a failure voice. My throat dried out at seeing her direct her brown eyes staring not only me, but also my soul.
- A bitch don't love. - said rude. - Much less the blue haired bitch.