Cold & High
sdhs-connormurphy:
“I think about it all the time. What it must have been like to be inside my mom. Warm and soft and floating in water.” As he spoke, he wrapped himself in the fuzzy blanket on Evan’s bed. “I really really love my Mom, Evan.” He paused. “It hurts that I’m not the son that she wanted.” He sighed. “I wish I could go back. To being a perfect little baby.” He sniffled.
Evan blinked. That was going into... interesting territory. He wasn’t sure what to make of it or what to say. He loved his mom too but... he had a feeling Connor meant something else. Evan chewed the inside of his cheek, “Well, I mean, we all have to grow up s-sometime. No one’s perfect but we make do with what we have. Try to be better people.” He didn’t know if he was making any sense but right now, nothing did.














