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Chris locked himself in the bathroom at some shitty party. Anger growing in his body and mind at the thought of what he've just seen. His own fucking girfriend kissing some jerk with crazy passion.
She never kissed him like that.
Feeling of helplessness blinded him as he stood in front of old, dirty mirror, trying to calm himself down, in the same time just wanting to let the emotions control him. He let the tears run down his cheeks and after the quick breakdown when the shy thought of not being enough energized his anger, not quite realizing what he was actually doing, he gripped edges of the mirror and threw it on the floor. Not caring a bit about the noise he's making, he started to knock things off all the shelves and cabinet tops. Kicking broken glass and items, sobbing and breathing heavily, spoiling whatever came across him. Anger, disappointment and sadness made him stronger, letting him punch walls and furniture and don't feel the ache of his bleeding hands.
His tantrum lasted maybe few minutes,. With head clouded and foggy, Chris leaned against wall covered in his own blood - the one opposite to door. Crying, he slowly slided down it and sat on the floor, hearing someone walking in front of bathroom door. He watched the mess he created, the devasted room and then closed his eyes and rested his head in hands when someone opened up the door. The person sighed and kneeled down in front of him.
"Oh, Chirs..." Ricky quietely whispered. Chris recognized smell of his friend's shampoo, now burying his face in his hair, hugging Ricky tightly and crying, mumbling his name again and again. He knew he at least was safe now. He didn't have to explain what happened. Ricky probably already knew. He could just rest now, comforted only by Ricky's presence. Only thing he needed at the moment.
And maybe - just maybe - Ricky was the only thing he needed at all...