You Only Know How To Cry

"Simon," Prothero called behind Simon and tried to grab a hold of the indignant Simon's hand. They had just entered the room. However, Simon still hasn't said a word to Prothero throughout the whole ordeal; how can the clingy Prothero take it?

Simon smacked Prothero's hand away and turned toward Prothero, his amber eyes sharp, raging, and cold. "Get lost. I told you to stop following me already." He bellowed and hissed angrily. His aura was so aggressive that Prothero was taken aback for a second.

Prothero lowered his head, his expression hidden, and his fists were clenched. "I'm sorry, big brother Simon." He has since apologized with a shaky, pitiful tone.

"If you're sorry, then get lost and leave my life already! I'm tired of you." Simon shot him a cold glare, stormed into the restroom, and shut the door hard, uncared about Prothero's pitiful state unlike before.

Simon sighed and leaned back against the wall. He ran his hand through his hair before taking a look in the mirror.

Simon