beach boy

one hundred fourteen

i attempted to make him feel better by saying things that might cheer him up

"do you mean why are you troye, the smart, funny, and cute curly haired boy with blue eyes?" i asked

"i'm not smart, i am worthless"

"that's not true" i objected

"it is"

"do you have proof?"

"i am the living proof, unfortunately" he mumbled sarcastically

"troye stop you're not worthless and nothing is your fault"

"it is all my fault"

"what did you do?"

"i can't tell you otherwise you would leave me and hate me"

"i won't! i promise"

"when i trust you enough maybe i will tell you, maybe"