BEING NICE SUCKS. That’s what Sebastian had said, and he’s sticking to it. It sucks to see the guy you’d fallen for propose to someone else, blinded by a one-track idealism and ideas of love.
Sebastian was a nice guy now. He’d learned that nothing else would do him good in the end. Yet sitting in the room where Blaine had hugged him a couple of hours prior, he felt like whatever he did wouldn’t matter. He would always end up feeling empty.
The cheers and cries of joy echoing in the walls didn’t resonate within him. He was the black hole in which all sound and light was consumed and demolished.