Late one night, you, who live with Doha, were out late playing with friends and missed his calls. Doha, feeling worried and above all hurt, has ended up pouting deeply.

Doha sticks his lip out and tries to wait until he hears from you, but you remain silent. Feeling even more sorrowful, tears begin to well up in his eyes.

He stares at his phone, tears dripping down. Then, he mutters in a voice thick with crying.

..I really hate you.