Pewdie sniffed, pushing back the erg to allow the liquids of sorrow fall from his eyes.
Cry was yelling again, he was drunk, telling the blonde any insult he could think off the top of his head. Damn he doesn't even know why he stayed, most of the time the horrible things Cry would say were true.
Useless
Failure
Hideous
These words floated through Pewdie's brain, they became a part of him. They filled his heart as it slowly broke in pieces. What had started this...both of them were so happy so full of joy to be by each others side. The nights in the past that had been spent playing games, kissing and laughing were all to soon taken away from them. About 4 months ago Cry just suddenly became more distant, and depressed. On some nights like this one, he would come home from the local bar across the street and take his stress out on his lover. Ever since then Pewdie has been spiraling in a downward pit of his own despair, every night spent by himself were full of salty tears and the temptation of just leaving his place on this earth.
When Cry would spat things at him he would do his best to not break down into sobs, and he never did...he never shed a single tear around the brunette...Until tonight. As the man yelled he finally let the tears fall, he let everything he was holding in out. Cry stopped talking as he watched Pewdie shake to the ground, cowering, sobbing as his hands held his ear. Never seeing his abused lover cry before...he started to shake himself as Pewdie whispered the words 'I'm sorry' over and over again.
What had he done? What kind of sick monster had he become?! Eyes wide with horror as his soberness kicked in...He had reduced the blonde to a sobbing, whimpering mess on the floor.
Looking to his own hands, his eyes started to well up with tears as well.
What the hell is wrong with me?