Sawyer POV
I am rudely awaken by loud whimpering from downstairs, followed by footsteps to what I guessed was the bathroom. I feel around my bedside table blindly and searched for my phone, cursing when my fingers plunge into cold water. Alright, glass. I'm fucking up. You happy now? I think, glaring at the glass of water. I grab my phone and turn it on, squinting at the brightness. 4:36am. Did Tyler have a job interview early in the morning? And why was he making those noises? I decide to confront him when he comes out of the shower, which I could hear through the thin walls of the apartment. I go downstairs and wait... After what seems like years, I can hear his hand pulling down on the doorknob. I open my mouth, prepared to say something, but that's when I see the state of him. His eyes are red and puffy and his usually bright turquoise eyes are dull. His nose is a pink that contrasts to his pale complexion. His hair, which usually took hours to complete is just lazily swept across his forehead and it sticks to his face uselessly. His whole aura does nothing but betray the fact that he had been crying. I try to speak again but Tyler avoids me and wordlessly goes into his room.
I've only seen Tyler like that once before.
In his last year of high school.
With a guy who he had been with since the beginning.
The one that he had lost his virginity with.
And the one that broke up with him right after.
What was wrong this time?
