Regrets

Sitting on the floor beside Jel's sleeping body, his head rested on Osbert's lap while the latter just sat there with a sad look on his face. 

Osbert used their clothes sprawled around the place to cover Jel's body up and the lower half of his body, leaning against the wall behind him with a sigh. 

He is definitely keeping something from everyone here. He thought, brushing his hair away from his face. He looked absolutely devastated when I told him to do to me as he wished. 

Though he tries to look as smug as possible and like he could care less about anything that happens around him, he is nothing but hurting inside. 

When he sleeps and when he thinks no one is looking at him, he makes this face as though he carries the entire weight of the world on his shoulders. 

The paintings of his all tell the same story. The story of guilt, regret, hurt and pain. He will never tell anyone this though, it does not seem that he allows himself to do it.