"i don't know how to stop loving you." there's no warmth left in his voice, nothing but bitter exhaustion and frustration laced in his tongue. can barely meet their gaze, can barely do anything but fiddle with idle fingers, testing how far he could dig his nails in. he speaks in a hush, despite there not being anyone else around — then again, would they even be this close if there were? nothing more than some secret he can no longer stomach to keep, feelings growing and choking him from the inside out. "i can't do this anymore. the hiding, the sneaking around. it's not for me." / @swansatcoole