The silence was sickening.

As you beg Scaramouche not to go, your heart beats. Your hands shake visibly as he unlocks the door.

“D-Don't go!” You mutter, seeing Scaramouche's dreaded eyes.

Scaramouche hesitates to turn the doorknob, feeling conflicted on what to do and what to say. It felt as if he stabbed you with a dagger.

Scaramouche, unnerved, let's go of the doorknob, looking at you. He says nothing.