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~Chapter Seven - Break Me~
God, I hated life. Every day since Daniel had left had been hell to the nth degree. I became reckless, not caring who picked me up anymore, not caring if I got hurt, not even going to the pub to sing. With Daniel gone, nothing mattered.
A week later I was picked up by a boy, couldn't have been out of high school yet, but he had hair almost the same color as Daniel's. His eyes were gray, and he was too short, but at least I could pretend a little. We were down in my spot, and I threw him against the wall. I kissed him with no regard for pleasure or skill, just the need to take out my hurt on someone.
He kissed me back sloppily, furiously, each of us groping the other roughly. His hands in my hair hurt, but I reveled in the pain because it meant I could still feel something. I sucked hard on his neck, and my eyes flicked up to look briefly down the walkway nearby.
//Oh, shit.//
Daniel was standing there, trying so hard to blend in with the shadows and the shade trees, but I still saw him. I was utterly humiliated that he was there watching this...this carnal spectacle I was participating in.
Even as I pulled the boy's shirt up, I couldn't stop remembering how it was with Daniel.
~*~*~
We were just lying there in the motel bed, so still and quiet and happy, when he spoke.
"Is this real?"
I guess he had thought that I was asleep, but I answered him anyway. "Of course it is."
He rolled over, a little confused, and admitted that he had been at the Tavern, listening to me sing. It made me a little uncomfortable, even though I knew I shouldn't have been. I couldn't look him in the eye.
"What is it? You have an incredible voice."
"It's not that." I forced myself to meet my eyes. "It's just...Have you ever had a part of your life you just... wanted to keep separate from the rest of it?"
"Something like that."
I could hear the self-deprecation in his tone, the want to admit something, but the need to keep it hidden. //What isn't he telling me?//
"Then you know what I mean."
"I'm sorry. Do you want me to go?"
//No!// "No." I managed to keep my voice considerably less desperate than I felt.
I snuggled into him again. This night was mine, and I wasn't going to waste it. As long as he would have me, I would stay.
~*~*~
Even though I was humiliated in front of Daniel, I didn't stop what I was doing to the boy. I was beginning to feel that Daniel *should* stay there and watch. I hoped he would watch me and hurt like I had been hurting. I wanted him to feel every moment of pain I had experienced for the past week.
My hands went for the ties on the boy's surf shorts. Just as my fingers slid inside, the boy spoke.
"Go down."
He sounded like he knew what he was on about. His hands in my hair forced me down, but I was flashing back to Daniel.
My mind's eye filled with images of Daniel, his body straining above me the first time I went down on him... his soft, dazed look after he came...the way he watched me in the motel when he thought I was asleep...
//Goddammit!//
I practically ripped the boy's shorts down.
//Why, Daniel? Why are you making me hurt?//
I took his cock in roughly.
//You made me feel so good. I wanted to make you feel good, too.//
//Shut up!//
The boy fucked my mouth while I brought him off. I could just barely see Daniel's hiding place past my hair, his body partially obscured by the shadows. Above me, the boy was getting closer, louder. He would've really been hurting me by now if I had been in any condition to notice.
//Hate me, Dan. And I'll love you for the rest of time.//
I could see Daniel move his hand to his crotch, pressing himself into his own touch. It solidified my determination.
//I know you still want me. You want me, and you hate yourself for it. I hate you for it, too.//
He watched me move faster, the boy bucking violently, loud moans echoing off the concrete around us. I couldn't blame the kid, 'cos I was being just as rough with him as he was with me. Humiliation, determination, pain, love, hate, it all blended together inside me until I didn't know what I was supposed to be feeling anymore. My instincts kicked in, and I prepared myself to swallow when the boy came.
//No, that was for Daniel!// Some part of my brain was screaming against it, but I knew why.
Daniel was the only guy I had ever swallowed for.
Most of them didn't give a shit one way or the other once I got them off, so I just pulled away. But Dan had been so beautiful, so perfect...he wasn't like the others.
I snapped back to the present and threw myself back as the boy came. He gushed onto the concrete and moaned. Still on my knees, I flicked my eyes up toward Daniel.
He saw me look straight at him. My expression was something of a cross between being ashamed and begging him to take me back, and daring him to come back to me. I just stared at him and remembered our night together...
~*~*~
I was happier than I had been in such a long time. I wanted Dan to feel good, too, so I was slowly kissing and caressing him in all the places I had learned he liked. He was busy trying to convince me that I should quit selling my body and try for a career in music.
"You have an...ah!" -I kissed the sensitive spot on his neck- "... amazing voice - it could make you millions."
"You think so?" I rubbed myself against his leg for both our benefits, hoping he would just shut up and let me continue trying to make him scream.
"Sure...the right producer, a little publicity, you're...ahhhh...born for it."
I smiled a bit and lifted one eyebrow. "You know you almost sound as if you know what you're on about." He looked like he wanted to say something, but he forgot the words when I bit his earlobe. Good.
Later, we were just lounging about and making small talk when he started on about my voice again.
"Why did you pick that song?"
"What?" He sounded almost like he was blaming me for something.
"At the Tavern tonight, I was just wondering, why that particular song?"
"I dunno...it just kinda...spoke to me. I sing what the music says to me. That song said a lot. Most of Savage's stuff says a lot. You know Savage?"
For a second he looked like I'd just scared the hell out of him, but I didn't let him see that I'd noticed. "I've heard some of his stuff. It's not supposed to have lyrics, is it?"
"He'd probably shoot me if he heard my stuff. Fucking with his music...I can't help it. It's not that the music's empty, it just...feels right."
"It sounds good."
I dared a quick glance at him, sort of embarrassed about my songs. "Thanks."
Still, it was Daniel. He seemed to understand.
~*~*~
The boy starting to move again brought me out of my reverie. I stood up, and he muttered "wow" before giving me an artless kiss. I kissed back, my eyes locked with Daniel's again. He had the good sense to look like he was ashamed of himself, and he dropped his hand from his pants.
The boy broke off the kiss and leaned on the wall to get his breath back. He fixed his clothes, pulled out some money, and tossed the bills on the ground.
I closed my eyes to fight back tears as all of my emotions suddenly caught up with me. //Why did the little bastard have to throw it in his come? Fuck.// I gathered my shredded dignity and stooped to collect the money.
//Why did Dan have to see that? I should've stopped. I shouldn't even have worked tonight.//
The night after I was with Daniel, I had just stayed in my flat, not brave enough to face the world yet. Instead of working, I just lay in my bed and buried my face in the shirt I'd worn the night before. It still smelled like him, the only physical evidence I had left to prove to myself that someone had loved me for one night. If I had died in his arms, I could've died happy. Now all I had to look forward to was the misery of living without him.
But he was back. He wanted something from me; was I strong enough to say no?
Or would it take even more to say yes?
~Chapter Eight - I'm Gonna Make Sure~
I heard his footsteps coming toward me after the boy was long gone. I was suddenly so angry - I couldn't believe he had the nerve to come over now! He looked taken aback when I stood to face him.
"What the fuck was that?" I was bloody furious with him.
"He could've at least handed it to you."
//Damn you. Damn you both.// "No. I get *that* all the time. What the fuck were *you* doing?"
Daniel fidgeted but said nothing.
//Tell me why you just stood there and watched.//
All of the questions that had run through my head the past seven days flared up in my eyes. I wanted answers.
"Fuck, Daniel, I thought you understood. Do you know how fucking humiliating that is? It's bad enough when there's no one around to see it, but you..." I slammed my fist against the wall, needing the physical pain to focus myself. "Shit!"
He stepped closer and finally saw what had pissed me off so bad about the kid. He realized that it hadn't been an accident. I paced about like a caged tiger, nervous energy my only way to keep the tears at bay. He tried to pull me into his arms.
//Don't touch me. You can't touch me or I'll fall apart...//
I struggled against him. This was too much, he felt too good, and I didn't want him to let go. That's why he had to. If I let my guard down, he would see himself in my heart.
His embrace held tight, though, and I finally had to stop fighting. I felt safe again, nestled against his chest and feeling his pulse beneath my hands. He was warm, smelling of Dolce & Gabbana, and I knew that my determination was cracking. Even just hearing Dan's heartbeat so close to mine was wreaking havok on my resolve.
//Damn you, you just couldn't leave when I needed you to. Thank you.//
"I'm sorry."
He kept whispering it over and over, holding me against him, and I cried. I almost never used to cry before I met him. I wonder what changed? The tears ran out sooner than I would have thought, so I slipped my arms around Daniel.
His breath ruffled my hair a little when he spoke again. "Come back to my hotel with me. We don't have to do anything. I just don't want you on the streets tonight." He put his hand on my face and made me look at him. "Please."
One more token struggle. I couldn't let him know just how much I wanted to go with him. Not yet.
"Why are you doing this? I'm not worth this. I'm damaged goods."
"No." He sounded so fierce. "No, you're not. You're so much more than what they think of you. Come with me tonight."
The iciness around my heart melted away like snow in the spring, heated by the look in his eyes. I could almost believe that maybe this meant things were going to work out.
I had the most wonderful idea, then.
"Okay, but it'll cost ya."
~Chapter Nine - All Around Me~
"When you said tonight was gonna cost me, I didn't think you meant a quart of ice cream."
I grinned and stuck my spoon in the middle of a fudge swirl. "Hey, this is Cold Rock - don't knock it."
"Believe me, I'm not."
Dan smiled, and I ducked my head coyly. It was nice, the two of us sitting in his hotel room, sharing a carton of ice cream and talking. My eyes flitted about the room while we ate, taking in all the personal touches of Daniel's that were there.
Then I saw *it* - Daniel's guitar.
"Is that yours?" I asked, barely suppressing the urge to jump him.
It was in my hands as soon as the words were out of my mouth. My fingers caressed the old acoustic's strings in a reverent touch.
"Yeah..." He finally said.
"Can you play?" //Idiot. Why would he have it if he couldn't?//
He nodded anyway, and my eyes went bright.
"Play something!" God, this man got better every time I saw him. He took the guitar from me, slipped the strap over his head, and strummed a few chords. Heaven.
"What do you want me to play?"
"Anything." I just wanted to hear him.
His face went sort of blank for a minute as he decided what he wanted to play. Thing was, his face was still blank when he started. I don't think that he knew he was doing it, but I'll remember it for the rest of my life.
It was the haunting familiarity of the tune, and I knew exactly what it was by the fourth bar.
He was playing 'Universe'.
I had to start singing, so I did, soft at first until I could tell he wanted to hear it.
"Universe inside of your heart, you gotta let me know so you can be free, baby. You wanted it so much, and, now that it's over, you don't know what you want..."
I could feel his gaze like the heat of a furnace on my skin. He couldn't take his eyes off me. He had told me that this song was what started everything. After I sang it at the Tavern, he said he'd just *had* to follow me when I left.
The last note came out sweet and soft, I was so lost in the music. I didn't fail to notice, however, that Dan's eyes were getting dark and his skin was flushed. He wanted me.
I looked at him in an honest, inviting way, but he didn't move. He just sat there with the guitar in his lap and tried not to look nervous.
Finally, he said something to break the silence. "What else do you know?" His voice was a bit deeper and rougher than normal.
//Caught you.// "I know you're hiding something." The humour in my tone was lost on him.
He made a confused noise as I shifted closer. "What?"
I leaned in, one hand on either side of him. My mouth next to his ear. "I know what you're hiding behind that guitar."
He let out his breath, and I sat back to pull his guitar strap over his head. I shifted it to the side and confirmed what I had suspected while he was playing. I gave a meaningful look at the obvious hardness in his pants.
The guitar was put aside, out of the way on the floor.
"Why didn't you say something?" I set my fingers to tripping up and down his legs. He still just sat there, not doing a damn thing but watching me with that guilty look in his eyes.
"I didn't want you to feel like you had to do something about it."
//And I'm the bloody Easter bunny.// I started undoing his shirt, loving the little sigh he let out when I kissed *that* spot on his neck.
"That's not why I brought you here tonight."
But that's why I wanted to come here tonight. I ignored him and began unfastening his trousers. His skin was so hot I was starting to think he might burn me. When I slid his cock out of his underwear, he flushed under my gaze.
"But I want to." He shivered when I said it. God, I missed him.
I blinked a bit as tears suddenly sprang to my eyes. This was special, beautiful. With my hands on either side of his face, I leaned in to kiss him, all intentions of gentleness flying out the window as soon as our lips met. I had to have him. *Now.*
Daniel pushed me down onto my back, working at my clothes madly. He finished stripping me before he ripped his own clothes off, but we were just rolling around on the floor. My hands were all over him, and his were all over me, both of us out of our minds with raw need for the other.
He released his death grip on my hip to slide a hand between us.
//Ohgodohgodohgodohgod...//
I was so hard, so ready, but I didn't want him to touch me yet. I pushed his hands away in desperation.
He looked a little confused. "What's wrong?"
"Danny, if you touch me there right now, I'm gonna fuckin' explode."
"But I want to touch you so bad." He kissed me again, his tongue deep in my mouth. At that moment, with his hands pulling us so close together, I was tempted to let him touch me any way he wanted, but there was something I wanted even more.
I pulled my mouth away reluctantly. "Wait." I flailed about for my jacket, finally found the pocket I was searching for, and came up with my prize.
Daniel looked terribly afraid for a moment when he saw the condoms and lube I shoved into his hands. "Don't worry, you'll love it," I promised.
I ran one hand down his slick chest to his cock, feeling it throb and twitch under my touch. With the other hand, I tore open the condom packet and carefully began rolling it onto him. His hands clenched on the floor beside me.
I stole another kiss from him, open-mouthed and wet, so hot that it could have been considered a sex act in itself. A secret smile as I told him what I needed. "I want you inside me."
And I was stroking the lube onto him so slowly, tormenting, exploring the inside of his mouth with my tongue again. Finally, finally I was done, and I lay back. Now it was up to him.
He froze above me, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Fear and need warred in his emerald eyes. My eyebrow twitched, involuntarily rising. "What's wrong, babe?"
"I don't want to hurt you."
He was afraid that I would be hurt? It hurt so much more when we weren't together.
"I don't break easy, Dan."
I put my hands on his hips and gently pulled him closer to me. Closer by the slightest increments until I could feel him against my body. I moaned and started to move my hips against his erection, feeling him draw nearer, his tip resting just outside of me.
My eyes locked onto his, desperate desire permeating my gaze. He started to push in, so very slowly, and I was going out of my mind. This was what I had been dreaming about for the endless past seven days. Having him so deep in me that we became one and couldn't tell which one of us was which. I moaned and sucked in a shaky breath.
"Please...please..." I needed him all the way in.
When I pulled him down for a kiss, it pushed him completely inside me. His choked moan was beauty itself. I stopped his next noise by taking his mouth, and his hips started moving. My tongue in his mouth imitated the thrusts of his cock in me, his hands seemingly everywhere at once on my body. He smelled so good, sweat and passion mixing with his D & G.
//Perfect. So good...//
I was bucking against him, meeting every thrust, one hand clenched on his ass, and he started moving faster. We were drenched in sweat and clinging together. I wrenched my mouth away from his to drag in much-needed air. My free hand found its way into Dan's dark blond locks.
I was beginning to feel the strain of delayed release as my own erection rubbed against Dan's stomach. It was painfully hard, throbbing with each tortured beat of my heart, and I almost fainted with relief when he stretched one arm up over my head so he could rest on his elbow. His other hand slid down to wrap around my cock.
//Too much - I'm gonna die...// "Daniel! Ohhh god, Dan..."
His fingers around me, stroking me off with his thrusts, it was all too much. I was writhing on the floor until I just couldn't take any more. He was moving hard and fast, felt so good...
My mind broke into a billion tiny pieces. All I could see was Daniel's face, those green, green eyes; all I could hear was his voice, calling out my name; all I could feel was his body, all around my own.
When I came back down to earth, we were lying there on the floor of his hotel room, just staring at one another, still locked together. After the longest, most wonderful stillness of my life, I kissed him and rolled us to our sides. It was a different kind of kiss than we had shared before. This was more like a melding of souls than a meeting of passions.
By mutual consent, we pulled back slowly, and he was just watching me. I watched him with equal intensity. He reached up and ghosted his fingertips across my cheek, so sweet and careful. I had to close my eyes for a moment, or he would see everything in them.
//I love you, Dan. God, I love you.//
I could feel an odd tension in his body, like he knew what I was thinking, and I just couldn't say it.
~Chapter Ten - The Fire Inside~
I woke up as soon as Daniel got out of bed. He seemed to think I was still asleep, and I was content to let him. He was so careful, the way he shifted me off of him and then pulled the blankets back up around me to keep the chill away.
It couldn't have been later than five or so, but there he was, sitting by the window with his guitar and no clothes. I watched surreptitiously as he fumbled around with a melody, and I assumed that that had been what had woken him up. Lyrics to something or another frequently interrupted my own sleep.
I listened as he played, getting a vague impression of the way it should sound. The impression grew stronger as he added more, words beginning to form in my mind. His guitar was speaking to me, and only me, and I felt like it was a gift to be treasured, held above others as something that could be completely mine. Even if it was only for a while.
//Don't think like that. Carpe diem, Daz. Live for the moment, 'cos the moment might be all I have.//
I tried hard to squelch the pessimistic intrusion into my thoughts. I would commit everything about Daniel, about tonight, to my memory. As long as he wanted me, I would be his. //You can be my everything for as long as you want me. I'll be anything you need as long as you'll have me.// I stopped for a moment and grimaced inwardly. //God, I sound like a bloody romance novel.//
Daniel had stopped playing and was looking over whatever he had written down. Then he started to play through it. I knew it would be wonderful, and the words that had been running through my mind began to spill out, even though I hadn't meant for them to.
"Maybe it's intuition..."
He looked so startled when I started singing. He almost quit, but I motioned for him not to.
"...some things you just don't question..."
I let him hear what I had, some parts just sketchy, some not even there, but I put all of my feelings into what was there. I would work on it later. For now it was just me and Dan, laying out our souls in the music and lost in what was being created. It had been almost empty without the words, but he knew how to augment it to give life to the song. I felt as if it were a newborn child. The lone guitar entwined with my voice, gave it its first breath, fed it, made it grow.
When it was finished, it would be beautiful.
I got to the chorus and almost stopped, but he couldn't possibly know that it was for him...
"I knew I loved you before I met you..."
...and for me. I meant it with everything in me. The dreamer in me wanted him to mean it, too, to hear those words from his mouth, directed at me. I wanted to know he felt the same way.
I sang the last note and almost started to cry. Our moment was over.
"That was beautiful, Darren."
I couldn't let him see that it was so real to me. To protect myself, I wrinkled my nose and attempted a smile, but it ended up a little lopsided.
"Kinda schmaltzy..." I started.
Okay, a lot lopsided.
"No way - that's exactly how I wanted it to sound."
He was grinning madly, and I stuffed my bad mood into a hole for a while. I had to say something light so he wouldn't know what I was about. "So, do you always write music in the nude?" I let my eyes roam freely, hoping to entice him back to bed - I was beginning to feel the cold bite in the air without him there to warm me.
"Do you?"
I laughed a bit and rolled onto my stomach. "So you *are* a musician, then."
"Only in my downtime."
//Wonder what that's all about?//
"So what *do* you do, then?"
"Oh, this and that. Nothing major."
//There's something important that he doesn't want to tell me.//
//What could he be hiding?//
//...anything.//
I tried to keep my voice from giving me away. "Always the mystery man." I rolled onto my side. "Who are you, Daniel?"
"No one special." He sounded so sad, and I could feel that it was eating him up that he couldn't tell me his secret. He changed the subject quickly. "You should write those lyrics down - that'll be a great song."
I almost never wrote my lyrics down. "No need to, it's all in here." I tapped my finger against my forehead. "That's a beautiful tune - did you just make that up?"
"Yeah, just then..."
"Wow..." That was impressive. My Daniel certainly had talent. Maybe he was involved in the music industry, a talent scout or songwriter on vacation, and he didn't want to get my hopes up, especially after he had kept complimenting my voice.
"Whaddaya mean wow?"
He put his guitar on the floor and pounced me. I almost got bounced off the bed.
"Your lyrics are amazing."
He pushed me onto my back and came down on top of me. I put up a token struggle, but I was laughing too hard for it to be any good. "Oh, really?" I managed to get out between snickers.
I knew damn well just what I was doing to him with all my squirming round, but he turned serious all of a sudden. "Really. How do you do it?"
"I told you. I write what the music tells me to write." I took his hand and put it over my heart. "It all comes from here."
"Darren, I have to tell you something."
"Shhh, not now."
I put my finger over his lips to shut him up, then exchanged my finger for my mouth. All I wanted right now was to be with him.
Everything else could wait until later in the morning.
~Chapter Eleven - Deceive Me~
Movement in the external world disturbed the warm black cocoon I was wrapped up in, and just like I had early that morning, I woke up as soon as Daniel got out of bed. This time, though, I burrowed back into the blankets, moving into the warmth where he had been, and I attempted to go back to sleep.
If we were going to have nights like that with any frequency, I would need all the sleep I could get.
Finally, with the bright mid-morning sunlight prying under my eyelids, I gave up and joined the waking world. I sat up in bed and swung my legs over the side. Maybe I would go join Daniel in the shower. That would be a lovely surprise.
I was just about head for the bathroom when the phone rang shrilly. My hand hovered briefly over the reciever, but I decided against answering. The machine would get it.
::beep beep beep::
"Daniel you bastard - where the hell are you? I've got studio execs and marketing dickheads breathing down my neck and you're off in Australia fucking finding yourself! I know it's part of the Savage image to be non-existant, but I need you to exist right now. We need an album. We're eating up studio time here and it's not like we can make it up on the Savage tour, you know!"
Time froze in a horrible instant.
//Daniel. Is. Savage.//
The woman's voice over the phone line continued. "I know you don't like to hear this Daniel, but you *are* Savage. No one else can do this for you. Look, give me a call already - you're starting to worry me. I'll be in the office today and on my mobile tonight."
My mind shut down, then, my instincts taking over. I didn't know what to do, so I scrambled into my clothes and ran for the lift across the hall.
Daniel darted out into the corridor just before the doors closed between us. I caught the barest glimpse of the terror in his eyes, and it ripped my heart out. By the time I could move somewhat voluntarily again, I was in the lobby.
I clutched my jacket and walked out as quickly as I dared, trying not to draw attention to myself or break down.
By some miracle, I made it back to my flat without getting run over.
When I lifted my jacket to search for my keys, I realized dimly that it was heavier than it should have been. I shook it out and watched as Daniel's shirt from yesterday dropped to the floor.
//My God, what have I done?//
I picked it up, slid my key into the lock, and opened the door. I didn't bother turning any lights on, didn't bother with anything on the way to my room, but I entered only to be greeted with Savage's image - *Daniel's* image - all around me.
My traumatized mind couldn't handle it. The world went black, and I crumpled to the floor.
~Chapter Twelve - Then You Will Be Alone~
I awoke to the ringing of my own telephone, and I flashed back to the hotel for a moment before I remembered that I had come home. My eyes flickered open to meet the dim light of evening. I had been out for the better part of the day.
From my position on the floor, all I could see was the sheets trailing off my bed. I managed to drag myself to a kneeling sort of pose so I could get at the phone on the nightstand. I fumbled the reciever off the hook and held it awkwardly to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Darren? It's David."
//God, why this? Why *now*?//
My tongue stumbled in protest as I attempted to talk. "What do you want, Dave?"
"I want to know where my star attraction was on Friday night."
Damn. "You make me sound like a circus freak. Everyone come see the singing hooker, right?" I winced as my own raised voice made my head throb. Rather than argue with a brick wall, I issued my final statement. "I'm quitting, David. I'm not going to sing for you anymore."
I hung up the phone before he could say anything else to me, and crawled onto the bed.
The sun set and the sky outside my open curtains turned black. I lay on my messy bed for hours, just staring at the wall and wondering how Fate could have chosen to be so cruel to me. Wasn't my life hellish enough as it was? Apparently not, if my current situation was any indication.
For just a little while, long enough to begin lulling me into a false sense of security, I had been perfectly happy with my lot in life. I had found someone that I could love. Someone who might have been able to love me back.
But, no.
Fate, that fucking bitch, had decided that I wasn't to be happy. She had spun her web and the threads cast me away from Daniel again. I should have known that if I fell in love that it would be someone who wouldn't want me.
Daniel was Savage. He couldn't want me. Not some poor boy hooker he picked up off the sidewalk.
The thought propelled me from the mattress, and I began pulling his pictures off the walls violently. I couldn't take Daniel's made-up, stylised face mocking me from every side. Gone were the magazine photos, the publicity glossies, the articles, the posters. The sounds of ripping paper, pushpins clattering to the hardwood, my own wordless screams filled the flat.
I ran across the shirt that I had accidentally taken when I fled. It still smelt like him, but it only sustained my anger. The shirt went the way of the photos, ripped to shreds on the floor.
Panting heavily, I surveyed the destruction I had wrought, but I felt no satisfaction, just...
//Alone.//
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