End Of A Perfect Tale

[Johan's POV]

The stinging sensation of the alcohol pulled a wince from him. Johan clenched his teeth, balled his fists, but he didn't let any tears to spill. There was a pause from the hand nursing his wounds. The worried gaze almost melted the pain away.

"What were you doing exactly to get hurt like this?" Raymond asked as he dabbed a cotton to his wrist. "And don't give me any lame excuse because this doesn't look like it came from your practice."

"It's not that important."

"Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?"

"No, because I don't have one."

"What happened?"

"I said nothing."

Raymond clicked his tongue like a reprimanding parent, but Johan still won't budge. As if he could tell him what he was doing with Russell prior to getting himself injured. "You're so stubborn."

Johan looked away and fixed his gaze out the open window. "Stop asking, okay? I don't want to talk about it."