So many kids who suffer abuse don’t like to be touched, but when Damon was spiraling out, he couldn’t get close enough to me. Like he just wanted to crawl inside my head, where he knew it was safe. “She has no control over you.” I hugged him close, whispering into his damp neck. “We’re free. It’s just us.” “It’s still inside me,” he choked out. “It hurts.”
oh i’m legit crying rn
