God, no wonder he wishes it was him instead. He’s had to watch me fall apart over and over and over again… Fall apart over her… Not just me, but his parents too. Waylon… Repeatedly, we’ve thrown our grief in his face, not realizing what it would do to him. This is Jeremy for fuck’s sake. The boy who, for as long as I’ve known him, has always felt like something was wrong with him. The boy who once told me how he feels like a burden. The boy who’s always fought so hard to melt into the background, so no one would spare him too much attention.
