Errol only made it a few steps down the hallway before he crumbled to the ground, sliding down the wall as his vision swam. His head hurt and he felt like throwing up.
'Ugly! Ugly! Ugly!' Seton sure liked to throw that word around. For the first time, Errol accepted it. His anger wasn't beautiful, it was a raging fire that consumed him, it was the charred remains of who he once was, it was so, so ugly.
His tears dried up rapidly and he forced himself to his feet, picking up his bag of clothes as he continued his journey. He didn't like anger very much because the fire burnt out far too quickly, leaving him with nothing.
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"I didn't know you were such good friends with your roommate," Perry noted with a bright expression, unaware that he was digging his own grave.
Cecil gripped his pen so hard it nearly snapped. "We're not, he's such a nuisance." He bit out, making Perry flinch backward.
