Nov 16, 2013
✺ i----
Pause. No, long pause. Why would Mitch ever hit Ezra, no matter how angry he got? He knew how he could get and just— Why. Tears slowly filled Ezra’s eyes and he cowered away from Mitch. “You need to leave,” he whispered, backing himself into a corner and curling in on himself. “No, get out of my house.. before I call Nono, and tell him to come remove you himself,” he said through gritted teeth, the tears finally falling. They were done. Mitch was no longer his best friend, and there was nothing the other could do to redeem himself. And now? Now Ezra’s regressing. Another minute and nineteen year old Ezra’s gone, gone for who knows how long. Gone…