Reborn to Break the Traitor
Their shared ordeal turned them against each other, each blaming the other for their downfall.
Russell stumbled back, shielding his face. "Get out! All of you!"
His eyes bulged, bloodshot and veiny, his cheekbones sharp against the rotting skin. His bruised arm oozed where the IV had been torn out.
"Russell, are you the guy I fell for?" I watched his madness with cold detachment, recalling our first meeting.
It was a rainy day at college. I'd forgotten my umbrella, and he offered his, his smile warm and shy.