I don’t see Will leave, but I feel it. I feel the hollowness left behind like it’s a living thing, creeping its way up my limbs, and settling where my heart once was. It’s familiar and strange all at once, but rather than fight it, I let it welcome me in its cold embrace. I imagine the eleven-year-old boy I left behind is there, the one who spat at the boy who meant everything to him, casting him out. All in the name of protecting him. The boy I just chased out of our life once and for all.. He sees me, and the hope in his eyes he’d been so scared of feeling dims when he realizes I’m not
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my heart 💔💔💔💔💔
