Aldrick lay on his bed, eyes closed. His chest rose up and down in silent cry as his lashes were heavy with tears. Another sob racked him, followed by a quiet wail. He curled on his side and cried. It had been a week since the event with Angel.
Why was this happening to him? He was only giving out love, but the return was always heartbreak.
His cries were both ferocious and noisy. His hands opened and closed, clenching and unclenching. He wanted to kill Angel. A violent solution to his pain and suffering. But at the same time, he couldn't, for he loves her. He truly loves her. And the betrayal and truth only hurt more.
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Then it was silent. Like his tears already dried, but his pain was unceasing. He had to see her. He had to know the truth from her mouth or else . . . his emotions would tear him apart.
Didn't care about his swollen red eyes and the snot on his nose, he got dressed and ran out from his apartment.
