Fool

Music plays around him and licks his ear in the way that always made him writhe in ecstasy.

At this time he felt the opposite.

His head rested limply, cupped in his right hand. Fingers coming to rest beneath his brow, on his forehead and along his cheek.

Eyes closed with fatigue, pain and hurt.

His heart beat more than in should - and with each beat he knew that one day this anxiety, these feelings that overcome him so easily would eventually take it all away.

The music got louder and he was sitting in the dark.

"I'm such a fool."