Helios left his room and went to the bathroom. He locked himself inside as he tried to even his breath out. He knew this would be the outcome; although he didn’t want it to be, this would be the one and only outcome. He didn’t understand why it had to be Oliver. Or why he had fallen as hard as he did.
He looked in the mirror and wanted to laugh at how horrible he looked. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen; he was glad he had a day off tomorrow because he planned on getting drunk off of his head. The bright, luminescent lights didn’t hide anything.
He washed his face with cold water and waited in the bathroom for the swelling to go down. He found an old selfie of himself that he hadn’t posted yet and posted it to his i********: with the caption ‘‘Get ready, my suns. Just because the tou
