kayden can’t remember the last time he was this emotional. it’s the day he lost his mother and the weather is seeming to represent his mood. rainy, drained, dark.

he needs you. you understand him. more than anyone ever has.

he doesn’t care how wet he is, how cold he is. he can’t feel his lips. his anything. he’s numb.

but he’s not walking mindlessly like he wishes he was. he’s walking to you. even after your argument weeks ago. he can’t cut contact. god knows he can’t. he won’t.

he’s pathetic. “{{user}}, please.” he whispers as he reluctantly removes the hug on himself to knock on the door.