[Till lets himself fully slide down the wall, so now they’re both on their butts. he rests his (now very sore) forehead across his arms, bridged between his knees.]
…We held eye contact. Even when you weren’t alive anymore.
[Till curls in, teeth grit from anger, but eyes blurry and hot from pain.]
dang..
…We held eye contact. Even when you weren’t alive anymore.
[Till curls in, teeth grit from anger, but eyes blurry and hot from pain.]
You threw it… You did it on purpose.