Matteo leaned back against the headboard, staring blankly at the ceiling as the tears continued to stream silently down his face. His expression hardened into a mask of pure heartbreak.
"You are selfish till the very end, Adrian," he whispered into the quiet night, his voice hollow, completely shattered by the man who had stolen his heart only to leave him alone in the darkness.
Matteo sat frozen in the oppressive silence of the bedroom, his eyes fixed blankly on the ceiling as hot tears continued to stream down the sides of his face. His thoughts spiraled out of control, trapped in a relentless cycle of heartbreak, regret, and longing that pushed him to the very edge of his sanity. The pain in his chest became almost unbearable, crushing the air from his lungs.
Then a dangerous thought crept into his mind.
Drugs.
He needed to get high.
He needed something strong enough to silence the torment inside his head, something powerful enough to numb the pain for just a few hours.
