He just wanted to die.
That was the one wish he had, to be rid of those thoughts forever. Weeks had passed since it had started, since they had first met. That man was the thing that caused him so much pain.
The sky had been covered by grey sheets that day, hanging heavy to the point of some water-droplets seeping through. Q had been walking toward his first rendezvous point, when someone bumped into him slightly. The stranger muttered out an “Excuse me” that sounded innocent, but on closer dissection, had a triumphant tone lacing it. Though Q did not notice and kept briskly walking along to his destination.
Later on that night, Q arrived at the front door to his flat to find something amiss. The front door was slightly ajar. ‘Shit…’ Q thought as he gritted his teeth and slowly pushed open the door. He carefully moved around checking that everything was still in place. ‘No sign of the intruder so far. Everything is still