Donte paced around his dark, deathly silent, quiet frankly depressing room. He was just wearing a loose black long sleeved shirt, that hung off his upper body, a pair of black sweatpants that he chucked on lazily, they weren't even properly tied up, hanging off of the males waist. The blinds were all drawn to the lowest they could possibly be, so no light could find its way into the room, which was unusual...since they would always be up. The sheets that were once tossed around on the bed, always slightly neat yet still somehow messy, that were once a mess on the bed, crumpled up... Are now on the floor, pillows chucked around on top of the blanket. A picture that was in a frame beside his bed, along with many of them that Donte had added, with Dylan, the whole group, views, a picture of Dylan...a lot of pictures of Dylan. Yet this one was slightly older than the others were now, that was down on its face, never to be seen again. At least not for now. It was like Donte had shut out the entire world, a bag of... things beside his bed. Donte moved his hand up to his hair tugging on it roughly, in a stressed, upset and angry manner. Donte ran his hand through it over and over, he then moved his hand down to his face, letting out a painful sob. Donte felt his phone buzzing in his pocket, a small ringtone suddenly filling the room with a lively tune. Before going silent as Donte's finger hit the red button.

Donte walked out of the room slowly, dragging his feet across his floor, making his way over to the door, but there was no urgency, no excitement or life in his steps. Donte got to the door looking through the eyehole, he then rested his head against the door when seeing Dylan on the other end, his hand hovering above the door handle, he then rested it down against the handle. Yet he never opened the door, tears streamed down his face for a couple of minutes. Donte wipes his face quickly with his sleeve, he then threw open the door like the handle would zap him. Donte casted his eyes on Dylan, biting his lip hard and stepping out of the way, keeping his arms down by his side, gripping his sweatpants in loose fists.

"I-I should've t-told..." Donte struggles to get a sentence out, he then let out a breathless, sob filled laugh. "I-I should've t-told you...I-I know i-I just...c-Cant...I-it hurts, I-it's killing m-e...e-everyday."