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Confrontation

The room was drowning in the darkness of a night. Even billions of stars, that were shining on the sky couldn't lit up the room even a little. Black, devilish shadows were lurking behind every corner, like living creatures, waiting patiently for a human to come closer, to willingly surrender himself to the spirits of darkness. Even white objects, that usually let out some mystical glow at night, they looked light grey, like skin of a recently died man.

No sound was heard. Everything was silent and frozen, even the air itself was stuck, unable to move. If anybody walked into that room, they would instantly run away, fearing something that was hiding in there. And that creature, that spirit of death, was the only thing that could live around here.

Apart from the only resident of that room, that is.

A dark silhouette could be seen on the bed, hugging its knees up to its chest. Its head was buried between its knees, swift and shaky breaths escaped its mouth. Sweat was visible on the person's forehead, weakly shining in the starlight. A blanket was lying on the floor near the bed, torn to pieces. Thin clothes ond sheets were sticking to the human's body, but they couldn't care less. Even though it was rather chilly in this room, the person was in unbearable heat.

He looked up, his dull, broken eyes seing nothing but a wall of tears. The man's skin was painfully pale, and now, in the dark of the night, it looked like skin on the corpse. Even his, once truly flamboyant, crimson hair were tangled and seemed almost grey.

Romeo looked down again, hugging his knees even tighter. Dull pain came from his legs, and he was sure he had bruised himself, but right now that's what he wanted. To feel some, any pain at all, to make sure he was still alive and this wasn't afterlife. Yet even if it was a real world, it would still be hell for him. After everything he had done, he didn't deserve Heaven.

The man sighed again, and looked around the room, as if hoping to see something that would put him out of that misery. His thoughts wandered to a small knife he had once nicked from the kitchen. Now it was lying safe and sound under his pillow, still razor-sharp. If Romeo really wanted to...

But no. He wouldn't do it, not even if it meant an and for all of his pain. Even death was too much for him to hope for, not until he repaired and fixed everything he had hurt or broken. He deserved it.

Every glare of a citizen, every insult, every punch. Every miserable job he had to do in order to try to make up for his sins. Working from dawn till dusk, and then having the most terrible nightmares a man can. Being locked in the smallest and the coldest room in the whole Order Hall. He deserved that and much, much more.

His muscles were throbbing in pain after another day of slaving on streets, building... Something. It had been going on for too long for him to remember every day of this torture. Heck, sometimes he couldn't even remember what he was building while building it!

But, despite everything, he was still glancing in the window every now and then, praying that the sunrise would come sooner. Yes, it would mean the beginning of a new day of work for him, but he would gladly accept it. It would be better. Everything would be much better than he torture he had to survive on his own.

A small smirk appeared on his face. People thought he was suffering during countless hours of labour, huh! Who would even think that the scariest thing of all was always hiding in his room, coming out when the last rays of sunlight faded.

Romeo shivered, suddenly feeling cold to the core, and grabbed his blanket, wrapping it tighly around himself. Twelve loud rings echoed through the whole building, and the man flinched, listening as the clocks beated twelve times. Midnight.

The man sighed and lay back on his bed, closing his eyes in relief. It didn't happen. What he dreaded, didn't happen now. He wasn't sure he would be able to go through it one more time, honestly. At least now he could get a few hours of sleep, before Jesse and others begin noticing that something was wrong with him.