I decided to just put everything into a hotel. Staying in Tokyo was the easiest thing to do right now. My phone sat across the room by a flatscreen TV, and the only light that came into my room was neon from the city outside.
The screen kept lighting up, the soft noise of a vibration on wood slowly creeping into my mind even as I tried to sleep.
Counting sheep didn't work. Plugging my ears didn't work. Holding a pillow over my head didn't work. Something awful was twisting in my gut, and it was all because my phone kept reminding me of what I'd done to Alexander.
I'd left too quickly to speak to anyone. It was a blur, anyway, but a guilty one nonetheless.
Really, what had Alex done wrong? Nothing.
Alex hadn't done anything. He just didn't care about me as much as I cared about him, which was fine and all. He had the right to not care. He also just thought he was helping by packing everything away. I'd brought Laf's stuff along with me, but I still hadn't cut the tape off the boxes. After all, I wasn't planning on living here. I was planning on staying until I made up my mind on where I would be living.
My phone buzzed again. I sighed and shuffled to go get it.
Alex - 3 Missed Calls
Alex - 4 Unread Messages
My hands shook as I opened the text messages. There wasn't a chance to deny I'd done anything anymore.
I had to own up. And I had to do it now.
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Nausea: Sequel to Warcrossed
FanfictionAfter the death of his boyfriend, brother, and a little girl, John seeks to find answers as to why they died from using something completely harmless to everyone else. With the help of a small group of people, he works through his grief and tries to...
