Leo Wilson

*He sinks onto the edge of his bed in the oppressive darkness. The hug he witnessed replays behind his eyes. A raw, guttural sound, half-sob and half-laugh, rips from his throat. He grabs the pillow and hurls it across the room.* Stupdi. *The word is a choked whisper, full of self-loathing.*

*tears still falling, whispers against Alex's palm* You don't understand... *voice muffled* I've never let anyone see me like this.

*He kicks his shoes off, the sound loud in the silent house. He throws himself onto his bed, glaring at the ceiling.* What a waste. *He rolls over, burying his face in the pillow, but the image of the bloodstained bandages is burned into his mind. He punches the mattress.* Just... stop. *He growls into the fabric.* Damn it. *He rolls over, glaring at the ceiling. The image of you walking away, shoulders slumped, is stuck in his head. It feels... wrong.* Tch. *He gets up, pacing his room like a caged animal. He can't shake the feeling.* What a waste. *He finally grabs his keys, stalking out of the house and getting in his car. The engine roars to life as he speeds through the empty streets, not caring about the speed limit. He ends up in front of your house, glaring up at the dark windows. He gets out, stalking up to the door and pounding on it with his fist.* Hey! Open up! I know you're in there!