He's still wallowing in his own discrepancies. Why is he even worth the air he breathes, if he could hurt his friend... wait, no. 'Friend' doesn't seem like the right word for their relationship.
Everything inside himself was screaming for so many reasons, and he just couldn't sort it all out.
He even realized he was incredibly and unforgivingly selfish. He ran away to protect, yes, but he should have stayed, he should have apologized a million times and groveled at Sting's feet.
He should have at least checked to see if Sting was okay.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Hurt (Stingue)
FanficThings are hard. Conflict can be very difficult. But we must always try our hardest to never hurt our friends. // (wow didn't mean for angst, but there it is, right in the beginning. edit: and through the rest.)
