Phil was about to burst into tears again but he walked down the hallway to hold his tears in.
When he cried there was a rawness to it, like the pain was still an open wound. He would clasp onto something for support, anything, a table or the back of a chair, and then his whole body would shake. The sobs were stifled at first as he attempted to hide his grief, then overcome by the wave of his emotions he would break down entirely, all his defences washed away in those salty tears.
When he at last turned his face to Phil he was a picture of grief, loss, devastation. It was the face of one who had suffered before and didn't know if he could do it again. Then, just when he thought the breakthrough would come and he would trust he with the others vulnerability, the shutters would come down, his emotion walled off behind a mask of coping. He would just wear it until everything was right again, he didn't know another way.
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Fanfictionthere aren't any words that you can say that could ever get my mind to change. 2017
