this is the fate you've carved on me
[Mail can't believe he was such an idiot; storming right in there like that, stupidly assuming this entire time that Mel's his, was ever his. Even now, as he enters their shared room, he can't believe how she reacted - or that she was in that situation in the first place! The entire scene just replays in his head, making him even more nauseous as he opens the door and walks in, trying not to slam it behind him. He starts to head toward the desk, to grab his notebook and mp3 player, and whatever else of his he can find in there. He's sure the other room'll still supply him with clothes via the closet, and-
He turns to start back toward the door, stopping when his eyes land on the bed; flashes of him and Mel making love on it just a few nights before fill his mind, and he lurches forward, quickly grabbing the wastebasket beside the desk and retching into it.
Coughing, he sets it back to the side, wiping his mouth and starting for the door again, keeping his eyes off the bed.]
[[private to chilichoc. from here]]