❝ easilymisled ❞
( it doesn’t take him a week to regret it. it hardly takes an hour for him to even contemplate it. no, it takes watching what was his his his walk out on him, the way he wanted. it takes smelling the salty tears to make him reach out. it takes the feeling of anger, sadness, betrayal crac- kling in the air for him to toss the one on his lap off by the hair. )
he doesn’t look for him. he doesn’t deserve him.
( he feels death would be well deserved. a reprieve from the madness. )
( but then he hears the sounds of bragging, and the anger boils within his veins again. it’s been more than one week, more than two, and he cannot drag himself to look for what was his. no one flinches MUCH when he destroys the bragger & anyone else who dared, silently motioning for someone to take necessities to him him kitten his, as long as they didn’t touch him. )
He doesn’t chase deserve anything.
