Far Behind – Candlebox
He hated feeling like this. Anxious. Remorseful. It was Pathetic. Weak. She had left him. Left him. Alone. Her reasons were pointless to him. She didn't want to be there with him. When everything fell out from under him. When descended into darkness. Little did she know, she was the only light in this world of scum. Black horrid loathsome scum. He stared listlessly at the empty frame that once held his favorite picture. They were together then, happy and jubilant. Before he had gotten so captured by his work.
Adrian slammed his fist into the desk before him, crunching the smooth surface beneath his fist. He could feel the glass biting into his fist, but what did he care? She was gone and left. And he…He was Alone.
a/n: depressing chapter, and Adrian is alone.