Chase's pillows were always damp with tears.
The sleeves of his hoodies were constantly covered in snot.
His stomach was tight and was dropped. He felt like throwing up every fucking second.
Everything seemed too hurt. Chase felt so fucking heartbroken, he couldn't cry anymore, he didn't drink enough water for that.
He couldn't get out of bed the morning after. He didn't want to get out of bed. He didn't want to do anything. He didn't want to fucking breath.
Chase's mom didn't come back the next morning. Or afternoon. Or evening. He was glad though, she wouldn't have let him stay home from school.
He knew he needed to go back to school the next day, he had test. Test he wouldn't be able to make up and we're a huge part of his grades.
His heart was in literal fucking pieces. And what hurt more than Clyde breaking up with him was the reason why. And how Chase didn't realize it before.
Chase never liked the phrase, "it's not you, it's me." He felt like he did something wrong, a relationship is a two way thing. It couldn't have been just Clyde.
But it was.
Chase kept wiping tears from his eyes the ride to school, he missed the bus. His dad took him, even though he'd be late to work.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"It's just the cold."
Chase felt numb at school. He mindlessly did some test, mindlessly took some notes, he was like a robot.
He couldn't remember a single thing he wrote a second later, he knew he was fucked. Right now was not the best time to get dumped.
And it was so fucking cold outside. In the classrooms. Even with a hoodie on, Chase felt so cold.
"Chase, honey, c'mere."
Winter's arms wrapped around Chase, holding his head to her chest. A second later, the tears finally fell.
Even though he hadn't drank water in two days, even though his head was pounding, even though he held it together so far, he broke.
Winter's black hoodie was quickly soaked. Chase's broken sobs were muffled.
Winter hums softly to Chase, rubbing the back of his head. She could feel the wetness growing rapidly, it felt like water was constantly being poured on her.
Warm, salty buckets of water.
"You didn't do anything wrong, Chase."
Chase couldn't speak. His throat was closing up, he was suffocating on sadness.
"I l-love him." Chase's voice was muffled and Winter barley heard. "I-i-i..."
"Shh, it's okay, calm down."
Winter scratched Chase's back, snot and tears on her hoodie. She didn't know what else to say, it was best not to talk when Chase wasn't well.
The bell for lunch to end rang. Neither realized how much time has passed. Chase swore it's only been five minutes of sulking.
"Are you going to be okay?"
Chase shook his head, wiping his mucas off of Winters hoodie. "I'm sorry bout your hoodie."
"I don't care, Chase, I want you to be okay."
Chase shrugs, his head was throbbing intensely. He ran out of tears. "I'll see you later." Winter nodded, opening her arms for a hug. He shook her hug. "If I hug you, I'll cry again."
