"There is no love on your face anymore. Not for me..." Achilles was literally turning himself inside out with rage. It was clawing at any sensibility he had. He was discovering just how he hated being made a monster when his world was destroyed piece by piece.
It was then that the paparazzi climbed through the restaurant door, flashing pictures of Adrianus who had been hiding for years now. He hadn't worked on any projects since his book. Now they had some tasty morsel to flash into the papers the next morning.
Achilles arched his collar of his coat and stepped out, running away from the mess he created.