The sound of the door closing behind him was the only noise that echoed in his empty apartment once Joel returned home, now a wreck psychologically.
As soon as he saw the lights turned off, a sense of relief overtook him though, for he didn't want to pretend in front of anyone at that moment, nor did he have the strength to do so.
After his footsteps brought him back to the safe walls of his room, he let his body slowly collapse to the floor, his back against the cold matter of the door that seemed to be as cold as his heart had been for the moment.
The only thoughts circling his mind were moments of him and Dimitra and words of love they exchanged between them, causing his eyes to be covered in tears and his heart to be wrapped in a black veil of pain and misery.
It's my fault, isn't it? It's my fault for losing you.
