[He hates that smile. He wants to break it. Because it's everything he doesn't have, everything he wants, everything he needs. A chance to be happy. To be listened to, accepted, understood, a little bit at a time.
He hates it. His hands are fists hanging heavily at his sides, starting to shake as he tries to hold himself together.]
Why? Why does this matter to you? [Why would you try so hard, for me? When so many others never did?]
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He hates it. His hands are fists hanging heavily at his sides, starting to shake as he tries to hold himself together.]
Why? Why does this matter to you? [Why would you try so hard, for me? When so many others never did?]