Thomas‘s bitten-nails dug into the cold, stone counter, his palms stinging from the biting cold as his legs trembled violently from hanging on so desperately.

Thomas’s roller-skates felt like they’d give out at any moment and he felt genuine dread as his skates screeched against the floor, making terrible sounds that only he could hear. He debated letting go and just accepting his fate but he refused, especially after Betsy laughed at him. He needed to prove he was amazingly awesome at skating!

..He just needed to let go of the counter first, he was going to do it! He was.. he just needed a moment is all.