46.

Holy fuck...

Widely staring into each other’s eyes the time seemed to momentarily freeze, too lost for words or maybe too stunned by his so unexpected reaction to even try and wrack my brain for a coherent sentence.

Holy shit...He’s losing it.

Still trying to recover from that temporarily frozen state my gaze finally averted from his, darting to his tightly clenched fist instead, watching how the few remaining drops of alcohol dripped to the shard-littered floor, as expected with no trace of that crimson liquid whatsoever.

Raising my sight to peer into those bottomless voids once again, I only noticed how with each desperate scream echoing in the background, that violent struggle glinting in his black irises slowly morphed, little by little but surely enough losing the battle with himself, until it turned into nothing but pure pain and despair.

And before I even had the time to realize what was happening, like a furious storm he suddenly made his way straight towards the double doors,