"Ugh…!" Lucio released a groan as he grabbed onto the sheet of his bed. -No, it cannot be, no it cannot be…- It felt like something as hot as the lava in a volcano was about to burst out from his heart.
"Hauugghh…" The onset of his episodes always started out normal like this. The volcano inside of him seemed to bubble and boil up, ready to erupt at any moment, and it never came out with full ferocity in the beginning. He tore off the pillowcase with a greatly distorted face.
"Please…" Was it because he had watched Patrizia sleeping in her bed? Was it because he had stayed by her side for such a long time? He always had an episode like this whenever a loved one or a loved one showed a weak side to him. He barely managed to exhale, releasing his breath in quick gasps. It was painful enough both mentally and physically for him to think that it would be better just to die...