Clyde sat alone in his room, feeling that his world had turned grey once again. His bright colour, the one who had brought life into his dull world, had turned his gaze, his attention, away from him.
Micah hadn't come to him. He hadn't been invited. Left out entirely. The thought dug into Clyde's chest like a knife.
And worse, Clyde couldn't even walk up and confront him, not with all the tangled lies he created around himself. He was even forced to wait after the banquet ended to wish him a happy birthday.
He had played his cards too carefully for too long, and now he was stuck behind his own walls.
He had thought Micah trusted him and relied on him. They were close, weren't they?
But not being invited to the banquet, then let someone else in that apartment…
It hurt more than he wanted to admit.
Clyde had only been there once briefly. He remembered the kitchen vaguely, the layout. So he knew it was Micah's place. That counter in the photo… it matched.
