oneshots → grethan

alone

3rd person.

ethan was suffocating.
the sobs escaping his mouth were silent, unheard.

he sat on his bedroom floor crying. that's it.

it was nothing new. the cold, wooden flooring was a familiar place to the pale boy who spent his nights crying and struggling to breathe.

his throat burned and his eyes were extremely dry, causing his hand to rub them.

after all the tears were gone he just laid back onto the floor, breathing heavily and replaying memories from the nights before he cried.

he remembered the soft touches and loud laughter that used to prevent him from ever being sad.

he remembered the i love yous and the promising words that made him forget that they could be fake.

he remembered grayson and how much he loved that boy.

but now all he knows is that the younger boy is gone and he is alone.

all he knows is that he's not good enough, he was never good enough.

all he knows is the same laughter that was caused by a different person, someone who wasn't him.

and all he can wish for is that someday he won't crave death and that he won't be alone.

he hopes that those wishes will come true as he lays on the cold hardwood floor, surrounded by his tears.

inspired by my night.