@llstrng // ♡ // accepting.
SHOULD HE ASK HER? — he’s heard the rumors. over and over again. she switched you. you’re only alive because she hated her brother. everyone acts as though he should be grateful to her. as though he should thank her for switching them as babies.
he couldn’t... bring himself to be grateful to her though. sure, he was alive, but at what cost? he loathed the feelings of self-pity that the mention of what she’d done for him brings to the surface. sickness twisted in his stomach at the very mention of her name.
and now? here she was. stood before him in all of her glory and.. like with everyone else in his life — he cannot look up at her. the shaking of his hands drives him insane. driving the boy to stuff his hands into the pockets of his trousers. with them out of the picture, he’s forced to notice the slight shake of his breath.
like a switch flicking inside him — credence looks up at her, dark hues scanning her face for only a moment before they drop back to the ground. he can’t speak and look at her. that was just far to much to ask.
❝ so it’s true then, you’re the reason i’m alive? ❞ only after it leaves his lips does he realize how bitter it sounds. ❝ i’m sorry, i ⎯ ❞ he cannot believe he just said that. he pauses mid-apology to take a steadying breath — but it was anything but calming. ❝ that was so out of turn ms. lestrange, i’m so sorry. ❞
