black eyeliner, pale skin, dried tears from the night before, what is happening to him? He wants to sink in the tub and drown. But he knows he can’t. Not when your around. He can’t even focus on crying when his father screams. He only thinks of the black mold growing in his bathtub.

“I am the one who faulted. I am the one who deserves the pain. Yet, I don’t know why.” He will think to himself, and he will not cry. Because he is stronger than that.

when your around he only focuses on you. You, and only you. Nobody can make him feel better. Your words, even when empty, are a constant reminder that maybe in another universe, sometime somewhere, exists a world where he is free from lies