When Dylan was pushed inside the room, he blanked out for a while. He really blanked out. The room was pitch black and just looking at the figure on the bed, Dylan had the urge to run. And he did turn around but no matter how hard he tried, he again couldn't bring himself to touch that doorknob.
He was already inside, did he have to run again? Honestly, he didn't want to run.
The kind of emptiness he experienced during his first breakup was nothing compared to the one he had to go through during the last week. Indeed, a friend's absence and a lover's absence were two very different things. He had found another lover but would life really give him another friend like Darren? No way! He knew it himself. No one could take the place that Darren had in his life.
