He sat in the corner hugging his knees, as close as his unathletic body allowed, to his chest.
The cheeks attached to his head stained with invisible lines that felt glued to his face, the tears that rebelliously ran from his blue eyes, as if the floor was the only safe zone.
He sat there and did the most undeniably unhealthy act of being consumed by thoughts, his deep thoughts that rarely appear, the thoughts he doesn't allow himself to think.
They slowly ate away at his mind. He was so consumed he couldn't stop the river bursting through the dam of false hope in his eyes.
It's over. I need to get over it. It doesn't matter anymore. What's the point.
His realization was delayed by hours, yet only spare minutes to her. While he became shattered, while his support cane was breaking, she skyrocketed into successfulness without a single regret.
How could someone who birthed you, how could someone who raised you, how could they abandon you for their own selfishness
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