~ at this point I don't even know what my life is ~
~ 3rd person ~
Corbyn was fucked, he didn't know how or when he would tell anyone and even if he did he didn't know if he would.
That night after his roaming and figuring things out he didn't sleep a blink. Corbyn had done that too many times to even realise. He didn't even know it was that early until he checked his phone that read 5am. Only one more hour and he'd have to get up anyway so what was the point in trying to sleep now.
god my feelings are all fucking mixed. how am i going to tell everyone. they'll hate me.
And before he even thought his last hour had started it had already finished. His thoughts consumed him that time flew by. His alarm clock going off under his pillow, as that's where he'd chucked his phone when he got mad at it earlier because it was lagging. He slipped his hand under and grabbed the cellular device, hitting the stop button that was displayed on the right side of the screen.
He got up and lazily chucked on some clothes that he found at the end of his bed. He just couldn't wrap his brain around the new feelings he has. It'll take a while to come to terms with them and he knows that but for know he has to act normal.
He didn't know if he could ever tell his new found secret, he has to admit he's afraid of rejection. He knows how people in his town can be and how harsh they can be when they don't believe something is right, it scared the boy. He was sure though that his friends would still love him and accept him, he just wasn't sure if he was one hundred percent sure.
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~ shitty chapter sorry for that. I've been kinda taking this book slow because I want it to be relatively good. There's gonna be a lot of boring chapters and I'm sorry for that but there should be some good stuff next chapter (: ~ ~ Wc: 342 ~ 💫
