I stared at Henry's naked upper body in absolute horror. Naturally, I recognized my own handiwork, and naturally, the matching memories found me through the fog. Though I couldn't grasp the desperation and terror I felt at that time, leaving me with the shitty embarrassment I was feeling in the present, the pictures and my actions appeared clearly in front of my eyes in the form of a third-person perspective.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FU—" I turned around to kick the shelf when Henry quickly grabbed me, holding my mouth shut and pulling me away so I wouldn't destroy anything.
"Shhh... It doesn't matter." Being pressed with my back against his chest, I could clearly feel his rapid heartbeat.
"It doesn't matter what we have done... Calm down, Kenny..."
I only now noticed that I was trembling, the anger fueled by embarrassment making me shake like a leaf, in need of a release.
