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Guest sat at his desk simply writing in his journal. It had been an uneventful day as usual, but it didn’t necessarily mean it was bad. Although now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen Chance out his room nor had Chance reached out to him which was an unusual thing. But after their argument, Guest didn’t blame them.
It was ugly, something neither of them would have ever expected in their time of being together. Guest never meant for their conversation to escalate from calm and collected to straight up yelling. Maybe he should have stayed quiet about their differences. ‘It was necessary. I had to say it after so long.’ Guest thought.
The soldier released a sigh. “I should check on him.” Guest thought aloud. Flipping the journal closed, he set down the pen and rose from his chair, where he pushed it back under the desk after. Clearing his throat, Guest adjusted his fingerless gloves and headed towards the door. Setting his hand on the doorknob, he opened the door and shut it on his way out.
The walk to Chance’s door felt long and distant. Guest’s steps felt heavier the closer he got, felt as his palms grew with sweat, and felt his muscles grow tenser. He fiddled with his fingers and exhaled a long breath.
When he made it to Chance’s door, he didn’t expect knocking to feel like a difficult task. Guest simply stood there. He didn’t know what to do, whether he should apologize in person or just retreat.
Then, he heard something. The soldier blinked excessively, unsure that what he just heard was really what he thought it was. Leaning his ear closer to the door, he listened. The same sound came again; a sob.
One after another.
Chance? Crying? Of course it was human to cry but Guest had never seen nor heard him cry. Ever. In fact, Chance was the last person Guest thought would cry considering how well kept Chance seemed to always be.
Guilt washed over Guest. His hands separated from another and returned to his sides where they were quickly clenched into fists. ‘Did I do this? Was it our argument?’ He thought. At that moment, Guest made his decision. Turning around on his heel, the soldier began to walk away from Chance’s door. ‘If I caused this, there’s no reason why Chance would feel better seeing me.’