1:30. What do I say? What do I do? I couldn't breathe. I just stood there. My face turning red and everything flushed from my face. I started to feel sick, which was weird because I didn't feel sick until he walked in. He walks in a just stands there. He's just staring at me. What do I do? His face seemed mortified. Like he just witnessed someone being tortured. "Brent..." he asks. Oh no. Wait a minute...are those tears in his eyes? I was in total shock. Scott Wheeling was crying. To add to it, because he looked at me. What the hell is going on here? Why is he crying, more so, over me? So many thoughts ran through my mind, I forgot to answer him. "Brent...ar-are you okay...?" he asks hesitant like I'm some psychotic maniac and about to attack him. "Um, uh yeah. I'm, I'm good. I just needed to be alone for a while. Don't worry about me i'll be fine, trust me". "I don't believe any of that one bit. Not one. Tell me what's wrong. You can tell me anything, I'm not going anywhere don't worry. Please just talk to me." he eyes pleading with pain and guilt. "I'm fine, Scott really. I just want to stand here" i say in a voice that makes him breakdown. "Brent! I know you're not okay. You're a mess. Your eyes are so red, you look really pale, you won't even look at me, and you look like you haven't eaten for days! Don't tell me that you're fine!" he manages to choke out, before he let his dam burst. Then, it happened. He broke down crying and kept saying, "I'm done, I'm done with all of this. Trying, breathing, just life". Before I knew it, Scott was in my arms crying. Next thing I noticed, my vision got hazy.
