Chapter: 31. DARE'S TURMOIL.

****** Dare returned to his Penthouse feeling dejected with himself. He sat down on the sofa and stared off into space for what seemed like hours, lost in a self-deprecating spiral. His eyes were rimmed red from crying, but he didn't have any tears left to shed. He didn't even know if he should cry anymore. He felt empty inside, devoid of emotions and feeling as if some fundamental part of him had been ripped away by a cruel cosmic hand or something equally awful. The world was nothing but an emptiness that ate at his being until there was nothing left. It was a bleak grayness, as gray as death itself. There wasn't much light left in existence because the sun burned all the colors out of everything except darkness, and it made the dark world even darker. He felt numb in every way imaginable. He wanted to curl up into a ball and never move ever again. To die. He could do that too, right now. The thought made him smile. His mouth curved upwards as he let out a small chuckle. He was being