I watch as he thrashes around, knocking all the furniture in the room. He finally settles down, collapsing on the couch. I watch in horror, tucked in the corner. I swallow, shaking as I see his eyes full in fury land on me. But the slowly soften and he starts to sob burying his face in his hand.
He lifts his face to me, tears violently streaming down the face of a boy that was crafted in perfection, but is living the exact opposite. And he says the words that send my hope soaring a little bit.
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