so what if harrison met a guy at ANOTHER party who sees him for who he is & makes him confront his internal demons <3
The man steps forward. Harrison recoils even though no one has touched him. Some partygoers have entered the kitchen now, all congregating around the punch bowl like he had been. The bang of music from outside follows them as they chatter and the noise is like an ice pick to the brain, and Harrison wants to tell them all to leave, Harrison wants to bolt from this city, Harrison wants to be someone else’s son for a day just to see if that might fix him.
“Who shamed you?” asks the man.
Harrison inhales, aware he feels like a deer just about to be shot. He glances at the others here with them—their golf ball eyes, their pearl necklaces, then eyes the door. He can’t look at the man again. If wisdom is a weapon, Harrison’s a prey animal, so gullible, death a requirement of his life.
The man opens his mouth again.
Harrison runs.
yeah i'm awful for this <3
