The Suffering Of Fools (IJ Fanfic, Sal Vulcano X Brian Quinn)

Part 15

He got home without saying a word. Everything was still, and he felt dizzy with the shame that was branded on his face in red sunken cheeks.

He felt numb, reliving those moments that felt almost dreamlike now.

His head ached, stinging from behind his eyes, nagging his conscience to look back on his actions.

Surprisingly, no tears were shed that evening. No: he felt not sorrow, nor anger, nor ecstasy any longer - only the pure guilt that sat as lead weights in his stomach pit.

Lost in thoughts, he jumped a little as his phone rang next to him on the bed.

Her profile flashed up on the screen.

Sal sat and watched it ring, until the room was once again silent. He loved her. How could he do this to her? He felt filthy - unclean. Numbness drifted into a wave of nausea that encompassed him.

After getting washed and changed, be lay his sorry head down and drifted off into a fitful sleep, with only two words echoing, following him through his dreams.

get out.