Guilt for killing Lyra

Zoravec headed upstairs to his room and slammed the door shut behind him. His legs trembled this time since he was alone and it allowed him to be a vulnerable version of himself. Zoravec was torn between mind and heart now as he slumped against the door and sat there. 

He closed his eyes with a heavy feeling in his heart, Zoravec had no clue how he was going to face both of them later on. But one thing was certain, he desired some privacy to get a hold of all the situation. Zoravec had tried so hard to keep his composure as he talked with them downstairs. 

Being alone was his only chance perhaps, when he could be the vulnerable self. No doubt he needed to think and ponder a lot because the situation itself was awkward enough to make him worried. He did not intend to leave the house since he had no other place to go. But he also wanted some distance from both of them.

'I have to…find some place. Yes, I have to leave, I can't live with her anymore.'