Heavy breathing accompanied the inaudible noise of dripping sweat that fell onto the floor akin to droplets of tears.
The butler had his body bent with a hand placed on the area above his chest. Clenching at the fabric of the clothing with trembling fingers which caused numerous creases to appear.
Its wrinkled surface immediately ruined the usual impeccable appearance of the man.
'It's a lie…'
"… …"
Bloodshot eyes stare at the floor with dizzying suffocation as the single thought of his past repeats without pause.
Showing those lonely nights of amorous heavy breathing tinted with the scent of murky desires. Shadows stretched out by the flicker of candle light which shows the moving motions of his body.
Akin to a kaleidoscope of turning memories glinting within his sights of prismatic color.
Everything flashed and turned by the second in a nauseating swirl of mixed images and words.
