He stared at nothing, breathing ragged and eyes wide. It had been two hours since he had done something unforgivable. You had run out, crying. He knew you had every right to leave. He'd done something so horrible he couldn't possibly blame you His mind was racing. He had confided in you, and despite his past, you had loved him back. "They trusted me anyway," he muttered hoarsely. "FUCK," he yelled, slamming his fist into the wall, tears of fury at himself streaming down his face.