This was not the worst moment of his life.
He was a soldier. He had been in countless battles, and seen things far worse than this, things that had made him feel far sicker, had made his hands shake far more, and had made his steps far more stumbling.
But that didn't explain the burning of his eyes or the hot moisture that streaked his pale cheeks as he fled the scene. That didn't explain the sharp pain in his heart or the sick feeling of betrayal that had settled in the pit of his stomach.
Wolfram stumbled and hit the wall with one shoulder. The impact knocked a quiet moan from him, and he leaned back hard against the cool stone, both hands pressed against his face as he bowed his head, shoulders quivering with suppressed sobs. Why? Why did this hurt so much?
Yuuri, you cheater! You damn traitor! How could you do this to me?!
But it wasn't just Yuuri's fault. After all, a kiss took two people.
Weller… You fucking bastard! I trusted you!
The blonde soldier pushed himself away from the wall, struggling to compose himself until he could get back to the sanctuary of his room. He couldn't let anyone see him like this. He couldn't let anyone know he had lost control so completely. He couldn't let anyone know he had seen… that.
It had started so innocently. He had only wanted to give Yuuri the gift he'd bought that day. He'd actually made the effort to go out into town by himself, just to find a present for his fiancé. It had taken several hours of searching, but he'd finally found the perfect thing -- a round pendant of silver, set with a flawless garnet that seemed to glow like a dying coal. Wolfram thought it would look beautiful against Yuuri's dark clothing, set off by his equally dark hair and eyes. He had even gone to the effort to get it engraved on the back with his name and Yuuri's.
He had knocked on Yuuri's door, for politeness' sake, but had received no answer. Well, he must just be out somewhere else in the castle, he had thought to himself, but decided to check just to make sure the young king wasn't asleep. Quietly he had opened the door, green eyes alight with excitement, to find…
Yuuri standing in front of the window, wrapped in Weller's arms, his head tipped up to meet the other man's. Their lips were pressed together, and Yuuri's eyes were closed in what looked like an expression of contentment.
For a moment Wolfram just hadn't seen the image -- the sheer absurdity of the scene had caused his mind to delete it from his vision. But then slowly the pair had come into focus, and it felt as if the blonde's heart had been ripped to pieces by red-hot claws. Without letting them know he had come in, he had stumbled backwards, the small velvet bag containing the pendant slipping from nerveless fingers. As tears filled clear green eyes, he had turned and fled.