CALVIN'S POINT OF VIEW
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I decide to listen to my mind and watch him in a painful silence as he takes everything, feeling as if he's taking my soul with him, then he shuts the lights off and I follow him to the elevator.
He hasn't looked at me once since then, but I can see his reflection in the shiny doors of the elevator, and it's not a pleasant sight.
His eyes are closed shut as if something hurts really bad and he's trying not to scream in pain, but instead, he's biting his lip hard and I swear that he didn't breathe since we stopped.
FUCK f**k f**k f**k f**k f**k FUCK
My eyes fill with tears as well and the tension is slowly choking me together with the weight that seems even heavier than it was before, my lungs are also shut
