beach boy

one hundred thirty two

i couldnt even sleep that night, with my arms crossed behind my head, staring at the ceiling

my thoughts were all on troye, why would he want to kill himself? does he not realize i'm here? that i care about him? that he can ask for help?

"stop" i heard troye say "i can hear you thinking" 
then he crawled into bed next to me

"why are you mad?" he asked

i just shook my head, he really doesnt understand, does he?

"i'm sorry" he said hugging my chest

my arms stayed behind my head