“you don’t have to let me in, just know that i’m still here.”
HE KNOWS THIS. he just wishes knowing this was enough. the doubt he walks around with feels like cement in his shoes , and every time he tries to step out of it , it solidifies further. and maybe , if he knew how to put all of this into words or a hint or a key , he would offer it to her.
but the problem isn’t letting her in. the problem is GETTING HIMSELF OUT.
❛ it’s not that i don’t want to. ❜
it’s more honest than he thought he could be. and even if he can’t meet her eyes , he thinks it must mean something. it must have some value , some proof of progression , and he holds that close to his chest. it’s possible she could look into his eyes and see everything he can’t say. but he won’t look. he doesn’t know how. and the more he considers it , the heavier his head grows.
part of him wants teddy to wake up so he can escape this conversation.
part of him wants to pull that one string that will unravel him.
❛ i - i don’t know how. because i don’t know what you’ll find in there. and - i don’t think you’d like it either way. i don’t think i would either. ❜














