DIFFERENT WAYS TO SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’
hesitantly, he raises his head — his eyes slowly come up from the floor, and it’s completely obvious now how long he’s been crying: his tears have ended once, and he’s continued to grieve until he could cry again. the same cycle, on repeat until he’d finally tired himself out to numbness. for the past… hour, hours ( how long has it been since he walked out? how long has it been since danny joined him? ) he’s done nothing but tried to carve out this sadness, cling on to danny’s uniform shirt — grateful that the slytherin was here with him despite surely earning himself more detention every minute — and try to shut his brain up from telling him how lonely he’d just become, how irrelevant, how he’d just become one of those orphans who get pushed around because they don’t matter to anyone. and at some point, he realises, he must’ve started to say some of it out loud.
“ do you MEAN that? ” dylan’s tired, and the monotone it causes makes it sound colder than he means it — it’s just his eyes that are telling of the vulnerability that prompts the question. “ because right now, you don’t get to just say that to me if you’re just saying it. ”
i’m too tired to deal with empty promises.
