awareness is the enemy of sanity
Even like this, with tears in his red rimmed eyes, with blood caking his face, the way he caves in on himself is obvious. If she wants to stay he will stay, even if it kills him. And on a day like the one brewing overhead, hot and unforgiving, he may well die here. Drawing in a shuddering breath to hear that Tobi will take him back to his apartment, he huffs out the breath again, gazing up at the sky instead of her face to stop the tears from falling.
”Okay.” He slurs out the words, wanting and needing the company. Craving the comfort of a voice that isn’t sweet and cruel, of a touch that won’t bruise or dig into his skin. ”I was going to go,” he blurts suddenly, like he needs to assuage his own guilt. ”When I got he letter. In an hour, he said. I was going to go, but when I looked at the compass...” It had scuttled out of his hands and under his desk.
”I’m sorry.”
”Okay.” He slurs out the words, wanting and needing the company. Craving the comfort of a voice that isn’t sweet and cruel, of a touch that won’t bruise or dig into his skin. ”I was going to go,” he blurts suddenly, like he needs to assuage his own guilt. ”When I got he letter. In an hour, he said. I was going to go, but when I looked at the compass...” It had scuttled out of his hands and under his desk.
”I’m sorry.”
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
