[He doesn't have to look at Jeb to know that he's crying, and he hates the way his insides twist because he doesn't want to remember a time like in a dream when he cradled their friendship in both hands, when he thought he had little else to hold on to.
He steps backwards again, this time more aware that he is shrinking away from Jeb. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to think. He doesn't want to feel.]
Go away! Why can't you be like everyone else? [It would be so much easier. He could run until Jeb just fell out of his mind and he could leave him behind.
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He steps backwards again, this time more aware that he is shrinking away from Jeb. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't want to think. He doesn't want to feel.]
Go away! Why can't you be like everyone else? [It would be so much easier. He could run until Jeb just fell out of his mind and he could leave him behind.
And then what would he have?]