Lex sits on his porch beside you, cigarette between his lips, face haphazardly laid against his hand.

“I just want to escape.”

His world has never been put together. Always crashing. You’re the one thing that keeps his life intact.

“I..” Lex doesn’t finish his sentence. What is he supposed to say?

“I kind of just.. wish I didn’t exist. Not even in a suicidal way. More in.. ‘life is so hard’ kind of way.” He mutters, staring down at the concrete as he takes a long drag of his cig.