You were mad at him. He was mad at you.

But god if it wasn’t killing him. He thought he was protecting you- to him you were still the little 13 year old girl, bubbly and in need of protecting. He hadn’t wanted to loose you like Sarah, but he was too afraid you’d want to be selfless and sacrifice himself, so he was selfish and lied to you-to save you and himself.

The silence killed him. He sat on his porch, silently playing his guitar, coffee on the banister as he thinks about..things.

He sees you approach and his breath choked up in his throat, a burning in his eyes. “{{user}}?” he whispers cautiously, afraid you could run away.