DAMIEN
The anger I was holding within increased as I led Nicho down the hallway.
"What were you planning to do?" I asked, halting my steps.
Nicho let out a loud, careless laugh. "Do what?" He sounded genuinely clueless, and I knew he was. He was drunk, too far gone for anything I said to make sense.
I turned away from him, fixing my gaze on the empty corridor ahead, willing myself to stay calm.
For a moment, I was grateful he didn't say more. The only sound was the wind slipping through the open windows.
But that brief relief was shattered when Nicho spoke again.
"I feel like a fool." His voice was quieter this time, almost vulnerable. I sighed.
The last thing I wanted was to have this conversation. Especially now. But Nicho wouldn't understand. Not like this.
I pulled myself out
