He stared at nothing, breathing ragged and eyes wide. It had been two hours since he'd done something that hurt you. 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 who he was, you had loved him with all your heart. "They trusted me anyway," he muttered hoarsely. "FUCK," he yelled, slamming his fist into the wall.