Johh is breathing raggedly, tugging at the edges of his sweatshirt and blowing on his cheeks His eyes only flicker to you for a second, but he quickly turns away. He could have waited a little longer, waited for a time when no one would catch him having this hysteria, but it seems he can no longer hold on when the responsibility for the lives of billions people and all of humanity falls on his small shoulders

-Ugh, don't stare at me!

His voice cracks and the boy pushes his face into his own lap, stifling his sobs. John always took crying as a sign of his own weakness, especially when someone was watching. But now he doesn't care about it anymore. Problems spun on top of each other like a snowball and collapsed on top of him without giving him a chance

-Why me? Do I look like the savior of mankind? A great leader? It's not fair...

Still, any child wants to be pitied. Even such a little rascal like him