Eddie didn’t and couldn’t sleep. He kept tossing and turning, and by two-thirty in the morning he kicked off his duvet and crawled to his closet, leaning his back against the locked doors and burying his face in his hands. His body couldn’t stop shaking, and his thoughts kept spinning in his head.
He threw his head back hard against the doors that it made a loud bang and he wondered how Matty didn’t hear it. Eddie hadn’t come out of his room since he had shut the door on Ben’s face and pretended to be asleep when Matty came back in other to avoid talking to the other man. He had closed his eyes and maintained calm breaths as Matty pulled the duvet up and gave him a good night kiss on his forehead.
The first question that has been dancing around his head was the word why? Why did he come
