[3rd Person’s POV]
Randy opened the windows upstairs. Instead of staring blankly at the sky, he decided to clean it. Thorne gave him nothing but torment. Randy sees himself so low. Useless and inconsequential. While he was wiping at the window, he couldn’t help himself from crying.
There’s no essence of holding back the tears. He let it flow easily. Savoring the moment that he’s alone. Randy locked the door, so he’d know if there was someone coming. It’d give him time to act as if he wasn’t crying at all.
He can see how pitiful his reflection is in the mirror. Randy forced a smile. “You can do it,” he cheered himself with his shaking voice. He lasted thirty minutes in the bedroom cleaning as Thorne did. Somehow, he stopped from crying in the middle of cleaning.
Big beads of sweat emb
