crying

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A/n This involves people, so I just assigned them random letters.

I bury my face into A's chest as he rubs my back. I know that he probably feels awkward, and I'm ever grateful that he's just letting me. I don't even know why I'm having this break down, but I am.

"Whoa, what the--" It's B's voice speaking, but I don't bother looking up. I know it's him.

"Is she okay?" B asks, taking a few steps forward. I feel A's chest moving as he and B have a conversation with hand gestures, so I won't hear. I just cling onto A's shirt.

I hear B kneel down by me. "Are you okay, Evan?" (We call each other Evan and Connor sometimes, we're fanboys.)

I shake my head.

"Are you less okay than usual?" A asks.

I smile into his shirt. That's my line.

"You need a hug?"

I know A wants me to get off of him, so I nod.

I turn around, face B, and hold out my arms like a little kid. B pulls me onto his lap.

"What's wrong?"

I shrug, staring down at my lap. "Nothing."

"Be honest with me."

"Nothing," I snap at him, pulling myself off him and gracefully falling onto the ground.

Being on the ground open seems too vulnerable, so I curl up into a ball.

"Everything," I correct, burying my head into my knees as I begin to cry again. "I'm sorry."

B just rubs my back. "I know."

"I'm sorry," I choke out again, and I feel B and A both engulf me in a hug. B buries his face in my neck, which he knows I like. A is just awkward. But at least they're there.

At least they're there.

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