Jarod watched the door close. Not ready to face the world, he decided to go back to bed. Tucked under the covers, he glanced at the opening in the blinds. The sky’s dull-grey color echoed his feelings. He closed his eyes and forced his mind to shut down. He wasn’t in the mood for anymore self-pity.
Soon after, the booming sound of thunder woke him. He fought the urge to shut down again and crawled out of bed with the intention of making something to eat. He got into the kitchen. His head ached, and the pain—more mental than physical—made it hard for him to function.
He pulled out the leftover pasta, and not even bothering to heat it, leaned against the counter and scarfed it down. When he finished, he moved into the living room and sat on the couch. With the lights out and the television
