"Say you’re still in love with me and I’ll stay."
It cut, burnt, seared his heart: the silence - the sheer lack of anything but the sound of gathering tears, pooling in bloodshot eyes, threatening to recede at the rhythm of an iloveyou. Dominic drew an excruciatingly loud breath and for a moment Billy thought it was saved.
The tears found a home soaking into a white cotton pillow, masking the scent Billy sought so much and the clicking of the lock threw itself around the room once but throughout his head continuously.
The truth cut deeper than the silence.