“ WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY? ” chase asks, feeling his heel of his foot kick the ground as he sat on the bench, not bothering to make eye contact with the other. his eyes were a bit puffy, and he wasn’t even sure what to do to fix this. he said what he said and there was no taking it back, he ran away as far as he could ( to the park right next to his apartment complex ) and part of him was relieved that the other followed because he would have cried himself silly by himself. “ i’m sorry, i guess. ” / @perfectioniists














