Adonis let out a heavy sigh, flopping to the side of his bed. He buried his face into the pillows, nuzzling them and just tryin to ignore the heartache he felt. Stupid man. Stupid, stupid, stupid man! He had to know how he felt toward him. It was so blatantly obvious. He whimpered a little bit before forcing himself to go to sleep, not caring how early it was. He did not care right now. He just felt ... wretched.
The next morning, he looked it. He had bags under his eyes, his eyes were a little puffy from crying and he felt like shit. He did not even bother to eat that morning, just made his way to his class. Sitting with his right knee against his chest once more, eyes pinned to the textbook in front of him, not wanting to look at the man, knowing that he would just completely collapse if he did so.