That was the plan.
An hour passed.
He finally checked the time and exhaled slowly. She should be asleep by now.
He stood up and headed upstairs.
Climbing the stairs at an unhurried pace, his eyes drifted around the house. This was his home, designed to his taste, arranged to suit his preferences.
Yet, suddenly, everything looked… plain.
Empty.
As if the warmth had already begun to leave with her.
Was he depressed?
Or was this what happened when you fell too deeply for someone, so deeply that everything started to hurt?
The world suddenly felt dull. Colorless.
But then, why hadn't this happened when Adaugo betrayed him?
Was it because of the betrayer that it hurt far less than this?
No. That couldn't be it. People made mistakes. Betrayal alone couldn't explain this weight crushing his chest.
It felt more like a stuffy feeling. Like his heart was being squeezed with no mercy. It felt like... it felt like when his Mom died.
