Achilles' Point of View:
As soon as Carlos left, I looked around the hallway. A lot of other people were here now—just bringing water, or food, or coffee for their loved ones. Their smiles were evident, some of them fake while others were happy to just have the opportunity to take care of their loved ones.
A loud breath escaped my life. I had no one now, and it was no one's fault. I was given the chance to have the best friend anyone could ask for—to have the best lover I didn't really ever deserve, and I fucked it all up for no reason.
I always thought I knew what I wanted in my life. Since the start, when I—when I saw the world through the black. It wasn't grey to me like it is to most people, it was pure jet black. I saw first-hand what it was like to have a shitty family, what it was like to just destroy everyone who wanted nothing but to love you. I thought I had learned my lesson when I lost my mother because of how much she loved the monster who I swore to never become.
