The way his head was spinning and how many voices were ringing in his head made him suddenly start to cry like a child as he drove back home.
Isabella was surely in his mind but she was resting somewhere at the back of his mind, she attained the same position as his work problem in his mind and at this moment he was losing his mind.
He drove his car as fast as he could and also drove past slow-moving cars that were on the highway.
When he eventually got home, he raced to his room and locked himself in before turning off every light and closing the window.
Any form of light would worsen his situation so he stayed isolated as if he was some kind of disease.
Holding back, he began to cry like a child. How much he was fed up with facing such trauma and pain for so long.
He had suffered this for more than half of his life and now he just couldn't find himself getting over it.
