Can’t Win Me Back

moment the door shut, Julien crumbled to the floor. He vomited blood that he had been holding in forcefully. A pool of fresh blood stained the velvety carpet on the floor.

“It hurts. It hurts so bad.”

He curled himself into a ball as he rolled around the floor in pain. Beads of sweat mixed in with his tears, streaming down his cheeks continuously.

In the midst of the assault, Julien’s rage acted as a shield, rendering him almost numb to the physical pain. It was as though he had detached from his own body, insulated from the agony that should have consumed him.

But now, left to grapple with his injuries in solitude, the full extent of the pain crashed over him like a relentless tide. It surged through his muscles, gnawed at his joints, and seared through his flesh, engulfing his entire being in a wave of torment.

“The pain is killing me.”

He gritted his teeth as tears continued flowing down his face. He looked extremely pitiful.

“Jonah. I miss you. I miss you so much.”

because he had just been beaten up? Or was he crying because he

was that Jonah was right by the back door to the Lovelace residence. He was standing firmly in the cold

of the day, he couldn’t hold back.

the automated message saying that the receiver’s

best. There would only be bad consequences if he were to persist over something that

his torn shirt and changed into

take a shower because of the injury on his back. He could only use a damp towel to wipe the dirt off his body while forcing himself to withstand

Julien was

a warm and compassionate family. This was something that he didn’t

through his chapped and pale lips.

“Never again, my foot!”

didn’t want to

if Jonah were to reject him? If Jonah took ten steps back, he