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"fine." he breathes out, making me sigh in relief. the silence that envelops us is painful, and i finally squat down in front of him, tilting his head to look up at me.

"you need to forget about him, at least for tonight." my voice is shallow, my hands subconsciously going to push back his blonde hair that was flopping in front of his eyes. "let's watch a movie and cuddle together, how does that sound?" corbyn doesn't verbally agree, he only nods, but the hint of a smile that forms on his face is enough reassurance for me.

corbyn moves over and gives me room to squeeze in beside him, my arm wrapping around his shoulder and his head going to rest on my chest.

i can only pray that he can't feel my heartbeat.

to distract myself, i turn on the tv, beginning to scroll through the movie selection, before finally settling on "fantastic beasts and where to find them", it being one of corbyns favourites. the blonde boy makes a soft sound of approval, snuggling even closer to me with a peaceful smile on his face.

he looks so different now; he doesn't look so broken. but i know he is. i know he's still hurting, even if he isn't willing to admit it. all i want is for him to be happy.

we're halfway through the movie when i realise corbyns eyes are no longer on the tv, instead focusing on the white wall. i sigh slightly, pausing the movie. corbyn looks startled by the lack of sound, glancing at me in confusion.

"what are you doing?" he murmurs softly.

"you weren't watching." i state simply, looking down at his figure, crumpled against my side. his face drops, a subconscious frown forming on it.

"sorry." he mumbles, toying with the loose strings on the blanket.

"it's fine love. should we just go to sleep?" i suggest. maybe that was what he wants. maybe he's just tired.

but his quick head shake leaves me confused, and my jaw hardens slightly, my eyes closing for a second to compose myself.

"well what do you want to do then corbs?" i try to keep my tone as soft as possible.

corbyn just shrugs, refusing to look up at me. he's closing himself off again, like he does every time. i frown; i can't handle seeing him like this. it's not fair.

"corbs, c'mon, you gotta speak to me bub. i can help you." i whisper, trying to make him look at me, but he's adamant to ignore me; he stubbornly moves his head away.

"please corbs, just tell me what you're thinking right now." i beg. corbyn suddenly gets up, the blanket falling limply onto the floor. his figure stands still, frozen and hard, and he keeps his back to me.

"actually, i wanna go to sleep." he lies. i know he's lying. he just wants to avoid talking about his feelings, talking about the truth. i stand up, and, carefully, i turn corbyns body around, so that we're standing right in front of each other. i gently cup his cheeks, and he finally looks up at me, his eyes hurt. i keep my voice no higher than than a whisper, afraid that if i speak too loudly, he might crumble.

"i wanna know what's going on inside your brain."

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