hes curled up in the corner in his blankets again. sorry. im sorry. im so sorry. he doesnt know why he’s sorry. he just is. he runs his hands through his cropped blonde hair and pulls the duvet up over his head. he feels guilty for it even though hes sure it wasnt his fault. sure, he got nasty about it, but hes not the one who’s being a dick, in the grand scheme of things. right?┬ábut hes sorry anyway and hes crying in the corner like he always used to when jake…

he burrows down and cries until he cant breathe. and then he gulps air between sobs and cries some more. and when theres no more crying to be done, he lies there for who knows how long? the room gets dark and still he lies there. and cries again.

and then he gets up. and he keeps going.