I held his hand, guiding him into his bedroom. It was a little morphed, not Leander but his bedroom. For the most part of this week, I had spent my time inside this bedroom and had nearly ripped most of the wallpaper out. The curtains were torn as well, thick gashes in the clothes, the lamp on the side table was broken, the sheets were fresh and new but the old ones had been torn as well. I was an inch away from shattering the dressing mirror two days ago but Leander stopped me and gave me what ...