Chapter 188
Ciel
I look at the video on repeat on my phone, and I can't believe it.
The tomato splashes into his face. The crowd surges. He's dragged into them—hands grabbing, pulling, tearing.
A man that used to scare me so much... he looks so small right now.
I watch it again.
The tomato hits. He freezes. The crowd breaks the barricade. Someone grabs his hair. Someone else scratches his face. He's pulled into the mass of bodies, and for a moment, I can't see him at all.
Then the officers drag him out. Shove him into the car. The door slams.
The video ends.
I play it again.
As I have for the past hour.
He looks so weak. He glares at the crowd—the same glare that used to scare me.
When I would tell him I didn't want to sit in a human-sized cage anymore.
When I told him I didn't want to be intimate.
When I expressed any form of humanity not befitting of a beautiful art piece, he would glare at me. And I would be quiet.
Scared.
But look at him now.
I feel so empty.
