“I envy the way you feel everything so sharply, even when you try to disguise your pain in rage,” he said. “But doesn’t that make me weak, Cal? I feel weak. I can’t contain this pain. It pours out of me like I’m filled with holes. But you’re always so strong. You don’t have cracks, let alone holes.” “Your pain is the most admirable strength I know. I keep mine inside because I don’t know how to express it outside of words, but you’re the opposite. You bleed with your actions, and I’m one of the few people in the world who can read your anger and hate for what it really is.” “What is it?” I
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FUCKING HELL THAT HIT ME LIKE A TON OF BRICKS
