No Point Of Return

The door opened with a thunderous bang and there was a breathy David whose whole features were covered with tiny, glistening beads of sweat — some lazily flowing down on the nape of his neck.

His red cheeks were slowly starting to become pale whilst on the other side, his hands trembled as if they had just come out of ice cold water. With legs that were so numb and unwilling to obey all the orders of his mind, David shuffled towards the first basin that his bloodshot eyes landed upon soon when he threw himself in the bathroom.

“No! No! No!” The boy growled and released a cry filled with pity. He cupped water with his quivering hands and without ever thinking, splashed it on his sweating face. Right there, he felt cold air as it was biting into his lungs and in that brief moment, he realised that his breathing was uneven — he could not breathe. His lips quickly became black and blue just when he closed his eyes and the only thing he saw was Sean's tattooed, naked body.

“Damn you!” Da