"jaden, you can't keep doing this." my mom says, her blonde eyelashes soaked with tears.
"i know, i'm sorry, i'll try not to." i sigh, wanting to reach out and comfort her, but not being able to because of the pessimistic thoughts coursing through my head.
"please, baby, i don't want to see you sick again." she sobs, wiping at her face furiously as her body shakes with every cry.
"i'm trying." she nods, and i hand her a box of tissue from across the room. with that, i walk up the stairs and to my room.
my room is bland, albeit a couple of posters on the wall and a couple of toys from when i was younger on the shelf. for the most part, none of the house i live in has been redecorated since i've lived here. i kind of like it, the comfort of knowing that nothing will change, at least, when i get home.
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Dla nastolatkówjaden was the boy that never spoke a word unless spoken to, the type of boy that always heard what you said, but didn't reply until it felt right. daniel was the boy that never went to school, the type of boy that always somehow got talked about, e...
