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Regulus's heart hammered against his ribs, a frantic drum solo of disbelief. No, no, this couldn't be real. His thoughts scattered like startled birds, and his breath hitched in his throat, each gasp a painful reminder of the air he shared with a liar. It felt like every sob was a weight, sinking him further into a black sea of despair, filling his lungs with a suffocating grief.
Charlie's betrayal was a multifaceted blade twisting in his gut over and over again. It wasn't just the cheating; it was the violation. Charlie hadn't just wanted him; he'd wanted to possess him, to reduce him to a plaything. The lie, "I've never been with anyone," echoed in Regulus's mind, a cruel taunt. And the photos, once symbols of their intimacy, now hung like grotesque portraits in a gallery of deceit shown for everyone.
Regulus just heard it how it’s been pasted along like a dinner plate..
Regulus burst from the bathroom, he was a man possessed. His eyes, twin embers of fury, locked onto the group of girls, their words still ringing in his ears like a death bell. He walked past James, a predator on the hunt, and seized Charlie's wrist, his grip like a chain to a prisoner. "We need to talk, now," he spat, each word a venomous dart. Charlie's dismissive reply, "Regulus, shut up for three seconds, and I'll give you some at home," Charlie smirk like he just won an award but that ignited a firestorm within Regulus. "What-?" Regulus choked, the sting of tears threatening, but they were not tears of sadness, no, these were tears forged in the fire of hatred. The laughter of the surrounding onlookers was a chorus of hyenas, mocking his pain. But then, a lifeline. James's voice, a beacon in the storm, cut through the noise. "Come on, Reg, I'll take you home," he offered, his words a promise of escape.