His jaw seems to quiver before turning to steel. Finally, finally, he looks at me... And I wish he didn’t. I wish I never followed him. Because the boy looking back at me now? He’s not the boy I said goodbye to last week. His hazel eyes are the same, and yet, not. I can’t pinpoint what it is, but this is not the Waylon I know. This isn’t my best friend. This isn’t my Grumpy Bear.
ARGHHHH :((((
