JAYCE
The door closed behind Darlington and waited until his footsteps faded down the corridor. Then I laughed.
It started as a chuckle. Then it grew louder and bitter. I threw my head back and let it echo off the walls.
It was nice to watch two lovers quarell and refuse to settle. I was that brother that loved to watch my brothers breakdown. I loved to cause mayhem and chaos and just sit down, watching everything unfold terribly. What a nice thing to happen.
"What a coward," I said. "What a pathetic, spineless coward. What a sucker and loser ass person. Too too bad."
The dancers around me shifted nervously. They did not know what to do. They did not know whether to laugh with me or stay silent. They looked at me atenagely but I didn't care.
"He runs away from everything," I continued. "From confrontation. From responsibility. From women who actually want him." I grabbed a grape from the bowl. I tossed it in the air. I caught it in my mouth. "Always the same. Always running."
