Unspoken Words (Part 2 to Drunk Mistakes (on yt))

Part 5

Kai slammed the door shut and was about to flop down on his bed in exhaustion when Lloyd's face flashed across his mind from that morning.

He drew his breath and stepped back.

Lloyd...

He closed his eyes and covered his face.

"Ugh..." Kai groaned and walked backward, falling into a bean bag against his bookshelf.

He sat there in thought, trying to remember how he and Lloyd had even ended up in that situation, but his mind seemed to almost be working against him.

He opened his eyes and leaned his cheek on his hand, playing with his hair.

Lloyd is probably so distraught right now... I mean, god, his first party and he loses his virginity!? Kai felt tears sting his eyes. He shook his head in protest, willing himself not to cry. How could've I let this happen...? He scowled. How-- Why did I let myself get THAT drunk? I knew the chances of this happening were high, how could've I been so STUPID!?

"ARGHHH!!" Kai shouted, he slammed his fist against his bookshelves. Objects on the shelf rattled, and one came toppling down.

Kai opened his eyes at the sound of smashing glass and realised his fist was smoking. He quickly drew his hand away and gave a defeated look at the charred wood. He looked down at the floor to see what had broken.

Kai caught his breath as a lump of guilt grew in his throat.

A picture frame lay on the floor with shattered glass. Him and Lloyd, taken a few days after their big official reveal to the city that they were the ninja. Kai had his arm around Lloyd, giving a peace sign with his other hand, and Lloyd was giving a shy wave to the camera, still not used to all of the attention.

Kai felt a cold tear drop on his still-hot hand. He had started crying without even realising it.

He sniffled and looked away from the photo in shame. He attempted to regain control of his emotions, but his eyes were drawn to the bliss of the photo.

Kai choked up and started sobbing quietly. He leaned forward, frantically trying to cover his face with his arms and hands out of embarrassment for himself.

He hiccoughed and slid to the floor, off of the bean bag. He tried to distract himself by picking up the pieces of glass, but eventually, he had to pick up the photo.

He stared at it with half-blurry vision from his tears. He shook his head in defeat.

I'm such a horrible friend.