Back at Angelo's room in the Lancaster residence, the young man was still sprawled across the floor, completely shocked by the news of Daniel's death.
His mind went blank for a second, then began forming different scenarios—different possibilities of what might have happened to cause his death. And at the end of it all, the only thing he could do was mop at the air and shake his head in regret for all the terrible things he had ever done to Daniel.
"Is he really dead? Please let it be rumors, please!!" His voice trembled.
No one ever knew this side of him—this fragile, shaken Angelo—but deep inside, he was already atoning for his sins. Let's just say he had been bent on having everything, taking everything, but his life turned drastically upside-down the day he discovered that not only was he not attracted to girls, but he was a pure gay—lover of dicks, as he used to tag them.
