Help him, after all he said. She's going to help him. She's going to allow him to be a greater burden on her. No.. He can't allow that. He stands, more erect, running more on determination than anything. He's still crying. His mouth tastes awful. His nose is full of snot that he knows is tinted in color by his vomit.
He's been so sure of his own worth, until this moment. He turns to take his first shaky step towards the river, surprised at how sure his footing is. was he really okay? How could he be okay?
A second step.
...He can't let it go. He can't let it end like this. He has to say something, anything]
That's not all you are.
[A third step. His knees buckle because he stepped awkwardly on a rock. he forces himself to stand upright again]
You are so much more.
[Another step. He's near the bank. He stumbles a bit, but catches himself]
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Help.
Help him, after all he said. She's going to help him. She's going to allow him to be a greater burden on her. No.. He can't allow that. He stands, more erect, running more on determination than anything. He's still crying. His mouth tastes awful. His nose is full of snot that he knows is tinted in color by his vomit.
He's been so sure of his own worth, until this moment. He turns to take his first shaky step towards the river, surprised at how sure his footing is. was he really okay? How could he be okay?
A second step.
...He can't let it go. He can't let it end like this. He has to say something, anything]
That's not all you are.
[A third step. His knees buckle because he stepped awkwardly on a rock. he forces himself to stand upright again]
You are so much more.
[Another step. He's near the bank. He stumbles a bit, but catches himself]