The room became hotter even though the air conditioner was on full blast. Liquid rolled down his cheeks from his eyes but he hoped it was sweat. Nothing seemed to make sense.
"Argh!" He roared out, punching the mirror on his wall. When he reached to take off his coat was when he realized the blood coming from the cut on his knuckles. Even still, he felt no pain. He could feel nothing at all actually. Maybe he didn't want to feel anything.
He went into his bathroom room to his sink. He rinsed the blood and looked at his reflection. His eyes watered more, but from the pain in his chest. He took off his shirt. She lied to him. That was all he could think off.
He went back to his room. He threw anything he could find, breaking glasses everywhere, hoping it would take away some of the pain h
