"I said leave and never come back! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
The man frustratingly shouted. His eyes were deadly, with his face looking pale and were thin, his condition got worsen.
He could tell it himself that he's not becoming better.
His grip on the bedsheet tighten, as if letting the sheets off of his hold making him loose all his madness and can't control it anymore.
"The fuck is wrong with you, stupid Sylvan?! I said I don't wanna see you anymore!"
"The fuck's wrong with you? Cox?! I'm the one who should ask that damn thing! We're not over yet, aren't we—"
"Yes we fucking do! We do! We fucking end everything!"
Cox cut his words. His eyes looked at him sharply. Can't deny how it's looking more scarier than before.
Sylvan, took a step back off of his feet. Bearing the unbeatable, unpaintable hurt in his heart as he heard him cursed.
He looked at him, he feels chill and madness. While his mind filled with what ifs and hows of him.
"I never did say yes, Cox. It's just you who decided it—"
"I don't fucking care if you agreed or not? Didn't I say to you from the first row that it's just about pleasure?"
He once again cut his words. As if letting the other man finished his words were a sin without its pardon.
He shook his head, over and over again like a disappointed student in his grade. He was so smart, a Summa Cum Laude indeed. The very hardworking man to ever exists when it comes to school.
But he's now the dumbest in his own sight. Not only to him but to someone else's eyes. Indeed a manipulator, the one who use, and the one who decided to decide.
His eyes brighten up with a soft ray of sunshine in his eyes. And just like a ray of sunshine, its feels warm... No, hot.
His cheeks flamed. It turns his white, clear and pinkish cheeks to flaming red as his heart beating so loud and fast.
"I will do everything, I will do everything, I will do everything, Cox just say it, I will do everything for us, please,—just please don't end this way, I will do everything, Cox I promise... I... I will... F-fucking d-do, everything you wanted me to..." He breathlessly said.
With an open mouth, eyes almost shut, drowned in a river of water that is built with a heavy heart, Sylvan, down to his knees—almost loosing his balance.
His hand were facing each other, like a nun praying in front of the altar. The only difference is the reason why they kneel and with palms, rubbing each other.
His tears streamed down to his face, loosing his sanity while mouthing the word,
"Please... Please, please, have mercy on me... Cox."
His eyes turned laim. Cox's eyes never lie when it comes to anger, unless he's facing the one who became the reason of everything in him.
He shook his head, as an answer or not? The answer is...
"You're unfair, Cox! You don't even know how much I poured myself to satisfy you, to be that fucking lost piece in you!"
His words were crooked. Loosing its sound as his tears never stop to flow.
The cold floor were as cold as someone's heart. The man of coldness, heartlessly showing up, Sylvan's lips moved.
"Tell me, tell me the truth." He said. Cox's brows curled. "Tell me, Cox. That... That girl, Agnelli it is, is she the reason?"
And with that question, his soul summoned the energy in him. He restlessly opened his eyes and looked at him. Even arching his back at the bed.
"You met her?" He asked deeply.
Sylvan's throat became thirsty.
"So she is?" He asked back. His eyes went rusty for a moment.
"Where is she? Tell me where is she?"
"You're looking for her 'cause you love her?"
What's the truth?